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Straight out of hell....

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Roccy:
a freestyle written right out of hell...

when roccy spit, lyrics so sick, you got no hope
like fat people on the singles list, yo, youre under a scope
leave you body-less like the logo on the pringles chips
bring your bitch, so i can mingle abit, roccy make it tingle a bit
make her play limbo with dick, leave you single like a digit,
who is it, roccy mr explicit, your misses say roccy sweet, like hershey kisses,
and believe i dont mercy bitches, i beat, then i leave them with 3 sixes
and a one way ticket to hell cause i'm wicked, roccy live off plants like a field cricket
i'm a magician when i feel lifted, i'm untouchable, no wishin, I feel gifted
mc's are afflicted, lyrically evicted, i was spiritually predicted back when
god created adam and eve when the apple was restricted, check your holy book i'm listed
the angels i assisted, i was on earth before the devil existed, like barbed wire im twisted
i asked for forgiveness but god insisted, now i dwell in fire and live off of liqur liquid.

you gon always be my latin queen bitch:
that was dope

LAXCENTRAL:
sick

QuietTruth:
Madd dope, one of your best ones, ill, real talk.

Roccy:
appreciate the feedback  8)

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