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ya'll cats is ova like a blk sit com//
and ur chances of gettin fame is like home boys from outter space show comin on// |
yo rhyme is like lullibies they puttin me ta sleep/i got a 44 dat'll leave ya 6 feet deep/my mouf is like a 60cal spittin nothin but shells/i twist up words so much you'd swear i was castin spells
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come on that lil line didn't move me//
u like credits that no one watches at da end of movies// sue me,cats talkin shit,r just natuaral groupies// |
Ask Tom Hanks how groupies get passed on a reg
Espicially in the Southwest cause all you other Bitches are Cast Aways// |
you wack let's start facin it
battle? just move on like a bad relationship |
its fine your one of those corn-rappers/
spit lines get happy and get scorn-after/ no mind but capable to born- laughter/ |
all you spit is a paper thin facad/ always startin shit but can't finish tha job/after i'm thru i'll have sayin woa more den black rob/and to tell da truth this a classic like corn on da cob
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these rhymes be shakey, like Steady Eddie/
watch me cut you up like that Kruger named Freddy/ |
if battling you was a class, I would'nt attend and still pass/
you could'nt affect my ass if your cleats and I was field grass/ |
yo i had a tight ass punchline and wanted ta know if i could jus type it here or should i make a link cuz it was off da dome der it it was tight as fuk
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Looking in my direction, thats a bad decision
Ill leave your face broke up like CB radio reception// |
to face da truth would kill yo confidence/you wanna battle me i thought you had some common sense/fuckin chicks who been burnt mo then incents/and i watch as bitches like get played for battlin wit impotence
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To face me is to step up like a lamb steppin up to the slaughter
still reminden you that your little sisters my daughter |
my flows spurt like veins splatter
got strange manners in this life you forced into dick like an arranged marriage only sayin what your boys and parents taught you to say like trained parrots |
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