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Yeah my rhymes always spit right on time,
They deadly quick, like the bullets from a nine.
My rhymes is fine like the nicest wine
They straight divine,
Like a Corona and lime,
They alway drop on a dime, but they aint always kind.
I murder whack MC's just for sport,
When I'm done you won't have no retort.
I'm like Tom Brokov with a bottle of Popov,
Bringin you the report.
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I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is muthafuckin Christian rap.
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