ya rhymes is weak, they equal to an infants peak
seek ya out by tha constint runnin beak
ya hardest habbit is bein a faggot
ya agenda is tuh be on tha surrenda
ya depend on copy and paste just tuh get uh taste
ill erase ya without an trace ...ya whole generation a disgrace
im rapidly bustin slugz in ya face, tryin tuh win my first race
and what about fred durst?... i read ya last verse
nigga you got cursed.... anit no way you comin first
while ya spurt blanks....i'll leave you in tha flank of tha ranks
spul, ya dull nigga, takin ya out is not a goal
i come full flange enstranged in a cereal bowl
ima serial lyical murderer...bitch anit no one heard of ya
its best you take uh set, tha rest know ya less
ma guns will put scars on ya chest....no hesitation if thats my
desitnation.........have you off in critical...i anit diadolical im
s-t-a-b-b-o-l-i-c-a-l betta take uh picture bitch/
betta think quick cuz im comin and gunnin in yo direction/
and holdin it down while showin these boys uh fuckin lesson

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