*Yawns
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Ayo The Verbal Terror-Wrist'll Lay Scripts That'll Even Blow Through Bunkers//
I'm Ill...While Yah Straight Garbage Like Heterosexual Dumpsters//
This Biter A Repeated Offender...Hes Better Off Begin Called A (c)Serial//
Hell..You Should Even Be Made At This Win Since I'm Giving You New Material//
Ha..You Up For Keeps? You're Crew Wants You And And Stays AIM'ing Me//
Go Ahead And Cry Uncle..Cause Yah Weak Ass Is More "ON-T" (auntie) Than A Jesus Peice//
But...Bi's Weak Ass Couldn't Even 'Steal Through Victory' Downloading Biggie Tracks//
Flows You Lack..Its A Proven Fact That You Wack..So Just Get Over It Black//
Fuck It..The FightsOut..I'll Box Bush Like Putting Rock To The WhiteHouse//
You Winning? A One Armed Man With A Clapper Gots A Better Chance To Put My Lightsout//
Lets Just End This Bout..Theirs No Point To A Battle..Yah Already Left Ripped//
A KO? Don't Count On It..Like A Solar Powerd Calculator Begin Used..In A Eclipse//
Yeah Weak Bitch..The Bodyblows I Give You'll Heave You Face To The Furnace//
Buying Lottery Tickets The Only Time Yah Short Change Is 'Scatching The Surface'//
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You're Just Simply Gay..The Type To Ask For Fights And Scream For Mase..Kid..To Beat Me..You'll Need To Play Hopsctoch With Priests To Get A Leap Of Faith.....