YO check dis one out for all my Dirtas in De-Tweezy for all dem Damn Haters In Chi-Town Bitches and for all my People in Clas sic

Yo yo spits get ripped yo must be "quick" to get "hit"...
fuck wit da sic..no ya 420 riders accountin of only one in ya clique.../

Fuck dis homo-sexual cuz he can rhyme two words bitch thinks he's Textual...
Fragmented Rhymes hit me so little i could say yo verse is sensual...
Hand ya ass my dick tell ya its the mic put it to ya mouth I-Betcha-Will...
This mofucker thaught 21 questions was a way for fifty to Test-Yo-Skills.../

My rhymes outa dis world more like lyrically intergalatic....
Cuz when ya here da click of a mack bitch run cuz i'ma blast it.../

Slain by da keystyles of a lyrically enhanced emcee...
Put ya to sleep peacefully, bliss filled kill cuz my versus is called Text-ta-cee.../

yo fin get some votes holla

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