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April 20, 2009 Steam Rating:
0.8 Playing time:
2.5 hrs past 2 weeks 
F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin
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Justin
Pittsburg, California, United States 
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U cant rap bro, ur shit makes no sense
Now go like you came here n hop a big fence
I mean who the fuck are you, what set u claim?
U set trippin bitch cuz money dont make fame
ur always talkin abt how much money u got, n how ur dope game
well ur as lame as all ur ryms, "oh my" its a damn shame
all this mouth movin bitch u act like a crack whore
real rymes are about who you are, n what u stand for
Ur dawgin me, now Im dawgin u
now what bitch wtf u gona do?
Now go like you came here n hop a big fence
I mean who the fuck are you, what set u claim?
U set trippin bitch cuz money dont make fame
ur always talkin abt how much money u got, n how ur dope game
well ur as lame as all ur ryms, "oh my" its a damn shame
all this mouth movin bitch u act like a crack whore
real rymes are about who you are, n what u stand for
Ur dawgin me, now Im dawgin u
now what bitch wtf u gona do?
IM SLAPIN SWEET DREAMS WHILE JUSTIN ON STEAM U ARE LOW AND I AM SUPREME I DONT MAKE A GOOD TEAM BUT I STICK TO CREAM YEA I MEAN CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME
hahahaaha ur a fuckin faggot on wheels accept u got none
u gona steel my lady??? shit im bout to have fun
u thought ya had me all dead in the ground was that it?
I was already dead i dug out u had me goin for a bit, haha
Ima put two in ya chest, make it hurt best
n ima leave these lil highschool niggas to clean up the rest
what'cha know abt rage bitch I got it all
Im insane, loc'ed out in the brain homo u gona fall
I take it back these lil bitches cant fuck wit'cha
Ima swiftly nip/tuck n split'yo wig with my Katana
Im out walkin the streets with this dead face
pitch black eyes, ripped cloths and one shoe lace
I dont need an army I got me and my mits
Im grabbin my head i hear screamin im havin mad fits
I hear the voices in my head tellin do it do it!!!! fuckin kill
yes no yes no, yes yes I love the way I feel
my lifes been in the shitter n it just got worse
Now I see So sick ridin in the back of my hurs
DIE DIE DIE DIE
u gona steel my lady??? shit im bout to have fun
u thought ya had me all dead in the ground was that it?
I was already dead i dug out u had me goin for a bit, haha
Ima put two in ya chest, make it hurt best
n ima leave these lil highschool niggas to clean up the rest
what'cha know abt rage bitch I got it all
Im insane, loc'ed out in the brain homo u gona fall
I take it back these lil bitches cant fuck wit'cha
Ima swiftly nip/tuck n split'yo wig with my Katana
Im out walkin the streets with this dead face
pitch black eyes, ripped cloths and one shoe lace
I dont need an army I got me and my mits
Im grabbin my head i hear screamin im havin mad fits
I hear the voices in my head tellin do it do it!!!! fuckin kill
yes no yes no, yes yes I love the way I feel
my lifes been in the shitter n it just got worse
Now I see So sick ridin in the back of my hurs
DIE DIE DIE DIE
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol taking/
Motherfuckers I'm a man, just ask ya ol' lady/
Like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady/
I'm a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin' boy/
I'll get the cap'n and leave u with holes like a napkin mane/
He gon need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave/
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage/
Picture on my page, print it in a best book/
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook/
Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out/
I got the game on lock, and I locked ya out/
Motherfuckers I'm a man, just ask ya ol' lady/
Like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady/
I'm a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin' boy/
I'll get the cap'n and leave u with holes like a napkin mane/
He gon need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave/
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage/
Picture on my page, print it in a best book/
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook/
Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out/
I got the game on lock, and I locked ya out/
Heyyyyy:)
