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Light Weight
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IP:
He found this verse, stached in his purse thinkin he clean//
Your rhymes are dry like gettin fucked wit no vaseline//
And you know bout gettin fucked, cuz i asked yo guard//
He said you were sweet and strut around in pink leotards//
This boys a tard, prolly was a loner in skool//
He got socked in da jaw so hard he had a perminant drool//
And rhymes like this he couldn't be thinkin about//
Unless he walked around the hood wit my dick in his mouth//
Cuz my dick can spit out shit that stick more than that//
To yo mind, ask yo mama when it cums down to dat//
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