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bitch, you aint mockin shit, im mockin u, cause if anyone needs to ask, i was responsible 9-11, so what the fuck r u gonna do?/
and u aint sendin no beatin, cause all u is a country hic, so dont even try to rhyme, cause you basically suck at it/
and the only one gettin a beatin is u, u'll gettin a whoopin to ya backside, cause u know u like the dick, and down ya ass is where it'll do the crack slide/(ass crack)
plus, you aint got no blades, the most u got is a rubber knife, while i got the machette that'll slit ya throat and will take ya life/
and the only pussy you gettin is on the farm, fuckin all the animals, c'mon dawg!, you puttin there health in harm/
and i aint here to start no beef, but i think all the hay u been sniffin is hurtin ya brain, so y dint u come to the city, where we all have ya in pain/
cause u aint know no street life, that shit would jus confuse u, while i understand it all, jus thinkin bout it would proly bruse you/
and i aint bout bitin, you seem like you into that stuff, big kountry wanna be bubba sparxx, but all u is a big fuck-up/
im endin this shit now, so bow down, praise me nigga, causeur bodt done been lost and it'll neva be found