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Hard Hits- Hit Hard, Hit Harder
You will get hard hits. So hard that your witch ass Will let out that amber piss. Megapunches will steal, Your soul. They will take, Turns like you dudes take, Turns freaking the neighborhood, Ho. They will run a train of, Punches, slaps, pistol whips, Stumps, cutting , causing Blood pumping through Your arteries and veins, Harder than the effect, Of 1000 watt RMS speakers, Losing all of your handsome, Facial features. All because, Of oh girl you thought of, Her you were smarter. They will hit hard, hit harder. You will have seizures, And lose many bodily fluids, All because you have a call, On your life and you want To live like a wannabe g, A pimp instead of more Like a druid and have a wife. You heard, you heard, A call but refused to, Listen to it. So all you, Hear is dudes bass, Bumping punches, Loud laughing, smelling, Perk and hearing that, Your ass got no worth, Hearing that you a, Pussy ass witch who, Got all my people bent, Walking around this, Territory like you a, Nigga that's heaven sent. They see your face looks, Like its been stuffed by, A cantaloupe and they, Continuously laugh, Because you got, Their punching autographs The fake assed mack, Wannabe g, and pimp, Gets pissed and pottied On thrown in the trunk Of Cadillac CTS and Thrown in the ditch Near the house of His new witch all Because of how he Refused to answer The call and receive The fat treasure chest. wrote 12-28-10
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