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well who'd have thunk it?
it'd be me who sunk it.
goin down like titanic,
im causin' mass pannic.
your rhymes are off beat,
like a drunken hispanic.
gotcha words twisted but my shits still static.
gota smoke a bowl
time to unwind.
let the herb sink it,
settle my mind.
i keep you on guard,
i keep you off point.
id be givin' you a toke if this wasnt MY joint.
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- smokin dem B-40's mufucker
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