lol here we go...

page one to my handbook, both of you stop rappin'/
ya lyrics are like a bathroom, im ready to take a crap-in/
you tryna ta teach this dude skillz, but first you gotta be ill/
or else you passin down pointers, that belong in a land-fill/
that punch that you spat, was as weak as ya farts/
seein ya asshole partakes in the Jackson arts/(mike, andhes a fag)
nigga i waste punches, cause in my brain they in-finite/
be hardcore like an anal ring, no choice but to be in-famous/
basically i rip this shit, wit my lyrics i play pin-the-donkey/
since 60 percent of this, is primarily confused honkeys/
i'll leave you wit some wisdom, dont be what you cant walk/
cause when you come to bat, words are cheap, and you mostly talk/....

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup