aight yo, blind spit:

I see you researched and locked... the formula to be a fag
I'll make ya Homo-less... straight evicted from your Rap-Pad
you thought you made Hits... cuz you always stay "Whack!"
with a Record like that... you'd be better off with 8 tracks
face facts... your more of a Waist then a fat man's Stomach
you must go with ya Gut feelin... cuz you always Spit Vomit
My dick... you're On it... not just ridin it, you fuckin Humpin
In beef you just like Paris Hilton... Famous for doin Nothin
you so damn shook... you look away from your own Mirror
The day of your birth... was the dawn of a new Error

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