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fuck JIN
IP:
Fuck Jin''
Now This chink wanna battLe..but i got him Shook
The only Person That will be Popular in ur famliy WOuld be Yan Kan Cook..
Nigga ur pockets R flat like Books..Just Like ur Talent Nigga ur chain was Took
So now ur a Ruff Ryder and U Think Your Gangsta..Nigga Ur Insane??
ILL bitch Slap You Wit a Box Of Loe Main
Nigga Hop Off Aj n Frees Dick...ILL Give u a Dropkick And Break u in 1/2 Like a Fucking Chopstick
u fukin chink u aint commit no crimes
The only Thing Ur Double R stands For is Ridiculas Rhymes
Nigga Afta i kill u Trust me they wont find u ..i got the brains
ILL bury u in a 8 foot hole under ur house like suddam Hussain
Dam Yo Ur wack ..Like The all the teeth in ur mothers Mouth ur Eqitmeita Damaged
Fuck Learnin Chinesse Nigga...Ur Girl Learnin Spanish
The only Reason Your Rhymes Even Made it to The Street..
Is Cuz ur Mother Just got a New Shipment Of Bootleg Cd's
To Sell Dis Week..
In Yo Hood i Creep in ur Girl Bed i Sleep..
U Spit off The Dome For a Second Den say a Writtin Cuz u Scared of Defet
Words Strong Enough To Smack u In the Mouth So hard U would Be Goin ...BAHAHAHAA like a Sheep
Yea u Gettin Groupie Love But im Gettin Mo Ass than Toilet Seats..
Blazin the Weed..Heart full a Greed..Killing a Chink Every Now n Den is
WHAT my Body Needs..
You say u Chinesse But i Relli No y Ur Eyes r Slanted..
Its CUZ Of they Way My Boot Was Planted ..
On Your Fuckin Fohead..Niggas Want me Dead..
GOT no Job But i Still Manage to break Bread..
Dont even Lie About u Gettin Jumed Cuz i Can Still SEE
The Timberlind Logo on The Side of Ya Head..
U Aint Close To my Leage Jin So Stop Bitchin..!!
Leave The Rap Game alone and Go Back To the Kitchen
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''IM Strait out The Hood like a Engine..''
Kingchris-(Chapter 1- Strait out of Brooklyn)
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