Whats your name...nevermind why bother cut your arm off like 'luke I am your father' and yo girl likes me cause I go harder and you are someone that im about to slaughter think you rhymes tight but my flow hotter yo you gone need that petroleum to keep yourself warm cause the heaters im controllin em like a 21 gun salute I light you up and stomp you with my timbaland boots
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