The New King Of New York
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IP:
Fuck it I'll drop right now.
Lyondreds? Rastafarian, you need toquit playin', Bob Marley your not,
Looks like I took out the Sheriff, and I Didn't even hafta bust a shot.
I know you don't smoke buddah, fake you know about the lion of judah,
I'm know to expose fakes, like a security guard sayin' "We have an intruder"
You don't belong, we can see you're a "retarted" genius, you even spelt it wrong,
That's why I'm summer Schooling you, I didn't want you to get sonned to long.
Oh, well, I tried but I guess I couldn't have my cake and eat it too,
But I've aquired a taste for M.C.z, guess I'll settle for eatin' you.
It's alright, maybe you just liked the dreadlocks, and your sign was leo,
Or maybe it was predicted that you were destined to be Jamaican, by Miss Cleo.
Your style like you sellin' girl scout cookies, open the door and say "we ain't buyin'",
Must like 50, your raps will never get your rich, but i guess you'll die tryin'.
-CJ-
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