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IP:
Aight...hea's mine...
U couldent beat me wit 12 lines so u deside to try an kill me but i dodge em like-May-trix//(Matrix)
Fuck dat im gon leave ur soul whyter den da rabbit i shot him cuz i rightly-hate-trix//
U posted up a site to prove u aint as dumb as-u-look but every1 laughes wen i spit cuz u start-to-book//
Dawg i could play da roll of a trash picker cuz im right there to pull apart-ya-hook//
Im gon snatch dis battle wit lines dat will leave dis kid bent-outa-place//
Leave u like da McDonalds Frie Sign ur gon feel bad cuz mah rhymes got u bent-outa-shape/
Wen u look at da phone connecter an the portable phone is missin u claim ur off-the-hook//
Every1 could tell u was gay like elton john right fromda start right off-ya-look//
Da only way u turnen lyrical pages is if u had a Eminem Calender posted to-da-wall//
But he still dutn like u got da finger up on every pic from springe,summer, to-da-winter to-da-fall//
I treat u liek da speed limit of sex....u go 69 miles an hour an den u turn-a-roun//
Once i spat beforeu learned-da-soun tryed to come-a-roun u enden on ya back on-da-ground//
some shit
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