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		(Nice And Easy To Start Out)  
I PROVE-MORE-POINTS Then Eistien Gettin Seazed For Steriods-Crimes... 
And Have Ya Lose-More-JOINTS Then Whitney Gettin On-Airlines// 
My Words-Dispurse Like A Hurse-To-Verse To Shake-Mouths... 
And You'll Never Equally Verse-Spirts Of My Caliburs-Girth Until SUBWAY-Helps// 
 
(Turn It Up Alittle)  
No-One Calls Kid A "PIMP" Yet He Claims To "Have A Foot In The-Hoes"...  
But The Only Time His HOES-RUN Is When He's  Switching From Drag To Some-Cloths//  
This-Bitch Isnt My "TYPE",Couldnt Even FUCK-Me If He-Tried While Screwin-The-Board...  
And His-SPITS Only BREAK THREW After He Gets Off His Nees An Shouts YOU-GOT-SERVED!//  
Wants Nothing-But To Be Pimp, Like 50-Cent...  
But Unless He's Suming-Up His Life Savings He'll Never Reach-What-Ferraris-Set//  
 
Got Kinda Board... 
Sorry, But Whatever... 
Vote Up People... 
~One~ 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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