I have no love battling chumps; I will whip-this-whoosy
You must be a virgin to this rap game cause I just ripped-this-pussy//1
Verses contaminated with ill diseases like a skank’s-mouth
It ain’t August two thousand and three, but I’ll make your mind blank-out//2
I drop-till-your-death like when caskets-fall//
This queer sucks faggot’s balls, the size of my NBA official size basket-balls//3
I’m only fifteen but you know I’m ill-though
You just date bitches so you could ride her dil-do//4
I got skills so, you know I make cats brain’s insane like Saddam Hussein’s
And leave you feeling with more pain than the World Trade when it was hit by planes…

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