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New to RB
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IP:
i say "fuck you and ya family" to economicz for tryna hate on me
ya scientific rhymez couldn't xperiment minez if u had a ufo army
when i spit, tha wordz in my mouth comez out snipin
hit you till ya verse getz limpz, control ya movez whenever i'm typin
"the only rhymez this bitch could make is...pretty much nothin"??
i hit constant like jeter in tha clutch, i'm against u cauze i'm pretty much huntin
how you gonna win when ya wack rhymez be played from start to finish
turn ya verse into a ball and dunk it like shaq, bounce you more than snoop dogg hittin switchez
no, no, I won this war so hand me sum of ya rhyme territory
with my handz raised and tha other grabbin my ballz like i'm tryna get horny
you a fuckin cat tha way ya defense waz so pussy
you waz my breakfast for today, still hungry like i'm a fat man in tha munchiez
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