Aight, this is how it's goin' down you lil' shit talkin' bitch.

aahhheeemmm, that's I just had to clear my throat, Herbs about to get loked/
Spit or swallow you alway choke, Uz a joke, now I'm leavin' you witout hope./
Name's CJ, you gonna talk about guns, you couldn't see me in your scope,/
Mom Coulda smoked crack through pregnancy, U still couldn't come out dope./
Stumblin' ova your verse like a gimp, In your profile you claim to be a pimp,/
Heard that in you pants youz a shrimp, and that's why girls leave you limp./
Dogg don't you know you could neva wear my name, you only bring shame,/
You on the bench catchin' splinters in yo ass why you watchin' me win the game./
Nigga wanna talk tough, Neva heard of a gangsta from scot-land,/
Isn't that where they blow on pipes, and floss dresses instead of pants?/
Well that's fine 4 U, you prolly feel right at home, Skirts make it easier 4 U 2 Give dome,
That's why you wanna become a priest, cause you can't leave little boys alone./

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