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I was hoping this sucked. I jumped off the Odell train after he acted like a malicious child against Carolina and really didn’t own up to his actions when given the opportunity. But you know me bros, I’m a sucker for a good freestyle. Actually you guys don’t know me and the last freestyle I heard was probably Papa Doc in 8 Mile about 8 years ago.
(Shut the fuck up, Matt. You want the readers to think you’re street.)
Ayo, broz. Listen to this FIRE track that my homeboy Odell spits at a party I was probably at myself. Cuz you know how we do, playa. Dropping knowledge about one night stands and groupies all day err day. Holla at me.
P.S. Check out my mixtape on MySpace.