my bad i was workin out...but im back now nigga

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Ludacris: if you aint feelin my lyrics then....FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU!!......FUCK YOU!!...FUCK YOU..>FUCK YOU..FUCK YOU!! (music stops)
Jea Killah Bwoy is back wat the fucks good...Da bwoy enterin da buildin..lets go


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Merk this Bitch..Losses droppin' on this kid..faster then his ma-trix sig-/
Your rhymes couldn't"blow up" even if Your Lyrics were fuc-kin' rigged-/
Pulled out my nines..you ran like a bitch..how u gon say u in "da army"/
You Fuckin' wack..get merked quick..Your weak ass rhymes Don't harm me/
Like Michael Jackson..after this you gon need another surgery-/
Bitch You aint known...even def kids "heard" of me-/
why'd You call yourself "N-sight" when you cant "see" that im the best-/
rhymes is steel..fuck vests I wear My rhymes around my chest-/
Kid played hide-n-go-seek in an empty room and still cant find his flow-/
like pimps.."this bitch couldn't do good even if I payed the hoe"-/
You Fuckin' With me? i survived more hits then a crash test dummy-/
if this kids cash was his brain he would have no fuckin money-/
Can't escape me through water 'cause i spit "sea shells"/
Spit so much fire..people would think this kids burnin' in hell-/
You like hot things....Well You and my Glock Now have a date-/
Sight seems fine *POP* *POP* *POP* now check his heart rate-/

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KiLlAh BwOy