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=Short 1=
Short lil' spit......holla
This anger gets pint up to tha point you wanna get up/ Let ya true feelings show and spill ya heart so that everyone knows/ Life ain't always one blissful fairytale yellow brick road/ We go through shit like personnel workin' on a camode/ Now tha game is sold not told, so let me hear tha highest bidder/ You a fake thug wannabe so I'll be tha side splitter/ I'll litter tha ground wit ya remains and feed em to ma pets for dinner/ Yeah I'm a winner, I thought you knew cuz I already beat...him, him, and her outta ya crew/ It's a shame to do, cuz you tha last cat standin' in ya crew...anyways lets go ahead and get this thru/ I'll finish you "BREW"-tally when I "cook" my pot of "BEEF"/ Ya rhymes is under mine so you'll grasp what lies be-neaf/ |
uppin.......
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I thought it was alright rhymes.....
but i thought it wa good topic..... one love..... |
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