No Cure For MadNess...
From: The Empire State (NY) |
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While he on R-b every nite, I'm on the block With crillz in my denim/
claim yer rhymes are potent,Like a snake You bout to be milked of yer "Venom"/
I'm bout to End Him...Lyrically....... w/ outta weapon,
He feels the tension/ Now hes edgin on his chair, Holdin his every breath in /
he's Hopin to win, but my worst is as good as his best is/ Learn this lesson, don't battle..yer fake /Nd You Got Put away like a hard earned wage/
So I'll save my best fer larger stakes/Becuase this "Venoms" Bout as deadly as a gardner Snake's/ Parter its time to face what youve been tryin not to face/
That the fact is your attempt to pursue a carrerr in rappin has been a waiste /
he thought to be eminem, after realizing hes fake, he be back to play 2nd base /
Nd' Im just tryin to hurry this up, cuz my comp keeps freezin
so I gotta quickly submit some junk/so I'll leave you w/ a punch,
This bitch is a gay fuck, acting formal,I Jus Ate "Venom" But yet I still feel normal
Ight man sorry bout all that shit my ish is all fucked up,,,,,some quick shit...lets get some votes on it
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