You Were Supposed To Spit By Five Man Your Two Hours Late/
Whats The Matter You Cant Write Rhymes, While You Masturbate/
You Dropped So Many "n" Bombs In Your Rhyme I Thought You Were Hiroshima/ I Only Wanted To Fuck Your Mom Alone But Your Dad Said Double Team Her/ Man You Got Punches Kid, But Not One Of Them Connected/
You Might Wanna Check Your Computer, Cause I Think Your Rhymes Infected/
I Kind Stick Around Too Long Kid, I Gotta Find Some Reefer/then Grab A Forty On The Way, Cuz Im Fucking Queen Latifah/see Vango's A Freestyle Champ Turnin Mcs Out/ So Peace To All My N***as, The Turd Is In Your Mouth



Peace



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