thruth, pal, you must have got that name in a jail
got put on in a cell, you hole must been so big they called it the truth well
well, hell that name of your ain't never gonna sell
you haven't even started you already fell....
give up, 1-2-3 ... ring the bell
feel sorry for you, you never actually expirienced the act of dwell
You cum here playin man, but I can C ya fake
your hands shake when you print rhymes
Lost ya mind, you could use some replys
hey man you face so ugly the not even a gay would hug you
ohh sorry I bug you, but you "lied", and now I fried you
serve ya like pommes frites at McDonalds, only I do it for free
it's straight bussiness, but even some pleasure for me
steaked, Grilled, Barbrecued and now your confidence be killed

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lucky_1, bring da beat down
let me bring ya bitches back to the ground