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Flyweight
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IP:
Aight, time ta get this, blunt lit, start up the game, set up the ball n, punt it,
This verse is gunna be a, fun spit, cuz he’s more pussy than my girls, cunt lip;
I’ve already destroyed one D12, wannabe, this hurt response I’ve, gotta see,
Merked kuniva, wonda if this one is also, gunna be, five ta zero fa me;
And he’ll be soundin a, bit like Pharell, high noted after this lyrical, kick in the balls,
His verse didn’t have one clear punch, so if I have one, hit then he falls;
He’s up in his lab, with a pen and a pad, only copyin styles, fixin up gay shit,
Cuz all I’m seein, is déjÃ- vu, … there must be a, glitch in tha matrix;
His rhymes go nowhere, jus round and round like, revolvin carasels,
Between this guy and dog shit, like train trax, I’m drawin parallels;
Voters, take a close look at what, he spit, it is obviously, pre-writ,
He had it already written, that’s why he wanted a ten minute time, limit,
Shit, you must be close to dirty, dozen, can I have a signature do you, know them?
He mus be crazy wanten ta fuck wit KO, so nuts he belong in a, scrotum;
Here’s a tip before you spit, go get votes start dick ridin n, rushin poles,
Now that its ova he’s bitchen for a recount, sounds a lot like, Bush n Dole;
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