30 lines due tomorrow. Good, lol.
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I'm fucking your moms fragile walls, her fragile halls; daggar brawl is daggar baal
Dragon maw, dragon claw...I'll throw this fat fuck like a boomerang through a castle wall...
Pop this bum. lost in suns; carve' my niche' in your wrist; a terrorist with sonnet puns...
Conquer suns; conquer puns...if money talks...my money talks in tongues...
i'm burning this faggot, a thirsty ass dragon...burning this faggot..with breaths
if hip hop is dead..you are what's left..I'll take a stab at it..my blue daggar just turned red...
I hung the big sun, big suns and big puns, big puns and big puns
you're B.I.G. as hell; here's a 2pac of beer.. you look like a black pig pun..
bag this bum..cast the sun with a witch's tongue..hindered love
sinister dove..i'll give you a black belt whooping for mastering the art of being wack as fuck..
you eat burgers and fries..hurt you alive..burn this guy..than burn this guy..
learn to write..you awful blight..i gave you 12/30..at midnight he'll die...
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it's okay..don't write a verse..i'm not feeling it..anymore..lol..
I'll catch you later, okay.