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That's Gangsta
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Prem? no competition, Registered in feb, but nobody's even mentioned premenition..
His Hottest written was in an exhabition, still lost to a handicapped, with no eye vision..
I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management..
outwitted by a kid still In Junior High, Your reputation, Just Damaged-it..
Your lines, anerexic, droppin 1000 pounds of steel on your bars, crushin em completely..
When Prem spits, no fire is dropped like the U.s-N-iraq peace treaty..
you 18, still no girlfriend, Fantasizes about sexual intercourses, with his 1st grade teacher..
Still Can't "spit" Holy, Hense the fact he gave head to his Preacher..
Spittin Anthrax, Intoxicate your rhymes, Scold Right through Your Flesh..
You completed? a goal deres No "sound of Success" like scorin in a net with no mesh..
Spit Flames Right through the lenz of your Shades, Turn Your Nappy afro into a Fade..
DroppIn Naepalms-N-grenades, Blast Body Into Peices, Left with a kit of first aid..
Clench The Mic,Wrench-in-site, Clank the peice of metal Top of your Dome..
Schold-This-kid, 2 Pounds is what You Bench-Pres-sin, Melt you down past the bone..
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The Hardest.............
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