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Light Weight
From: OakLand, California |
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IP:
yo im sick-minded, me and slugga's skillz are quickly-divided/
ripping-him-sided, your lyrical abilities are so wack, you dont know where the mic-is/
i stab-hearts, grab-body-parts and dismember you liter-by-liter/
calling me pee-wee, see-be but, the only ass you ever see is when you jackin off in a movie theatre/(called me pee wee when i called him out, and pee wee got caught in a xxx movie theatre jackin off)
this is tramatically gon end-beef, lend-me a punch despite-the-fact./
you couldnt drop a bomb if you was American Flying-ova-Iraq/
after the lyrical part, fists and hands-gon-get-into-this/
tryin to be a rap slugga, but couldn't be sik wit cancer-and-siphilys/
put a whole in ya body, on ya breast-where-the-mark-be/
change ya avy, cause pac couldnt't be close to your name wit thug-life written on ya chest-wit-a-sharpie/(he has pac in his avy)
i leave your ass in the dust like a uncontrollable four wheeler/
your ass couldnt bring the heat if you was a home to home propain dealer/
holla
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