
Tech: This ain't yo genre, far from faggot I am the pulse of the maggot, your soul, Imma grab it, drag it and leave you stranded on grass, shit. anybody wanna do it we can do it any way that you wanna do, tech is in front of you fizzlin', ain't no ritalin, that nigga did 'em I'll leave 'em wigglin' I was born All 6's and 7's, cast from the heavens my weapons are Smith & Wessons for the nigga…
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