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You think you're so fine when you diss on your brothers
Your rhymes are the same...insult someone-or other
By saying you're sleeping with their ugly mother
Is this all you rap about? William Caruthers
Stands taller than you...your raps aren't even true
But it makes you feel big to call homeboy a pig
Your attitude stinks...makes me puke in the sink
I say you're geek losers, only life's the computer
Get out just a bit instead of sucking your spit
You'll never make it big, your dick's the size of a twig
But it don't get no action...there's a self-made infraction
I'm resorting to insults...that's what rap's all about
We need to open our brains and harness our mouths
And learn to expand our skill to peace words that count
I know you'll just diss me so I'm finished now

Closed For Stupidity.... READ THE FUCKING RULES