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Nigga,to you my rhymes are like drugs,when you take it,you get high&stupuid/
You ugly ,you'll neva get a girl,even if ya got shot in the ass by cupid/
You always rap bout how you got so much balls,but why you in a crew/
See,I fight on my own,unlike u,who hide behind wandering JEWS(his crew)/
Alone,there's nothing I can't do,I can even take out an entire nation/
Fuck with me and you end up in hospital as the doctor's patient/
And in my other battles,you be critising my raps,like I give a damn/
You givin me advise is like the son tellin the dad how to be a man/
Your name is JPoll,cause you into rock-n roll,and ur fav. is Blink 182/
Reading ur rhymes is like smelling poo,exact smell as ur crew/
And u canadian,so go back to puoring maple syrup on ur balls/
And leaving it for your mom to lick off,right in front of nigaria falls/
So,I bet this verse already gave you a big,nice shock/
So remember me,mother fucker,cause I;m the next PAC/