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Flyweight
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IP:
Beating me, this kid got a lot of hope, like a tampon, running outa Rope
He probably be screaming dick ryder, every time I get a Vote
This kids a tax-payer, now he demands to be an MC Slayer
Man reading your lines, is like tryna decipher, already used toilet Paper
U could do more damage, if ya write ya raps with a pointed Eraser
Ya obsolete, ya rhymeless, man I’m just so full of surprises
No one will even notice if I replace ya rhymes with Vanilla Ice’s
Ima have ya text score start with a minus, ya aint no Fighter
U think ya burning mc’s, cuz you got a CD Writer
I’m just rippin ya to pieces, ya lines their, but ya punches aint Working
I’ll rip out ya spine, and just start stompin
Forcing ya neck further back then ya Foreskin
Now trust Me, you did not wanna fuck with Me
Cuz ya text more fucked up then ya girls ESP
Believe me, ya text like a “Jack In The Box”, it loves to fuck out
You wanna make voters happy, then click - Log Out
And when ya screen turns Grey, be happy,
Cuz ya just made the whole fucken sites Day
You aint woth shit, ya dick’s like an abandoned dusty Antique
Ya make me sick, this battle should be renamed LK versus da Geek
Man after ya red ya own shit, ya’ll have the headline read,
The Suicide Murder Phreak
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