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Sat 31 Aug, 2013 09:20 am
my life is someones curse,atleast i desearve
to crave a hearse
m screamin louder than the rage of surf,i
turned pouter
being the knave who serves,m justa slave of
words,u are stouter,u hate to love,always
followed u,i learned to hustle when u
hustled to learn,u learned how to hate but 8
struggled to earn
@8-e-tude,
9 lines, well I'm fine
With my rhymes restricted to 9 times
Inflicted your blind mind
With wicked sublime signs
Sip it like moonshine
My two eyes, are too tied
To my own shrines
Worship it 9 to 5
And then it's go time!
@Gliitch,
who asked u to clap your booty in here?
@8-e-tude,
Nothing exciting was happening. I thought, why not? You don't respond to me on neverending ra battle so maybe you'll respond to me here
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