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Flyweight
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IP:
Halob, ur skillz like ur dick, it just don’t Develop
U think ur shit could get hot, like a mini with a Super Charger
Kid, only time u get pumped up, is when ya toying with ya Dick Enlarger
I guess da phrase is true, “every dog has its Day”
Cuz I tracked down ya “other half” at da ASPCA (girl)
U ripped ya pants off, to get da romance Sparkin
But ya girl bit ya dick off, cuz she saw a “Bob Martin”
On this site ima be da reason u sign and Submit ya Resignation
Sorry to inform ya but ya skillz r a “Figment of ur Imagination”
Ur rhymes too primitive, ur mic is like a Bone
Rap is not for da sensitive, like “hermits” ya’ll die Alone
Ima take u apart, like a Double Jigsaw Puzzle
Smash u in da stomach and watch ya “Pussy Stubble Wobble”
U just can’t keep up with these punches, u die like Seiko Watches
Game Over, ima tie bombz to ya crutches, and whatch ya choke in ya Ashes
sorry im late
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