fake faget rockin corny crew like Ill Intention/
ur rhymes are stuck in the air like brain suspension/
i throw fake thugs into a unknown demension/
where ur left wit time to think like a 5 o clock detention/
nothin but simple lines from a crippled mind/
try to live wit peace at mind maybe i can bestow u wit a peace of mine/
ima warrior i swing swords that crush bones/
and i tear ya lines and leave u kids broke wit no homes/
my shit jus keep comin like an aresol spit/
u couldnt compete wit me lil midget wit an inadequate dick/
u can keep reppin jersey until the games all ova/
here a present from an irish white boy...good luck here a 4 leaf clova.....

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