yo, ya suffix is double 09 thats about what you weigh in at...
Eh, I heard this fag never leaves his house without his chin strap...
You a gimp cat... bitch you spittin hot air and still cant vent raps...
You pseudo, I heard you like to shake your bon bon like that kid from menudo...
You wack you on some new flows..cause i'll rip, eat, up-chuck, ralph, and re- chew those...
I'll tell you like this Marv-you-less, as in not enough, so aint really no use in actin tough...
you like a fake ass fiddy cent, tryna get buck, kid i'm tellin you right now it ain't no such luck..
step back wit them played wack poems...
you get burned at the stake for commin' to my battle feild like joan-cheaver bitch stay at home...
I'll run through that weak shit you spit like a yukon over a street cone...blah

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