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u washed upp like shores, i come up aboard taking battle credits on mics and keyboards from u herbs,wacko's and brauds
extord your cord into the jack in the wall, log in and witness the greatest ass whoopin u ever saw..
u fallin like blowjob chic mouth jaw, get yo cranuim pounded on with a heavy animal south paw, on my hands installed
screw to my wrist.. fo brawl
u aint the shit, u just piss alot of textcee's off with ur half ass wackness you bring...
you better off doing ja rule karoke's and ur sister to play ashanti to sing
you claim to be a legend in the streets but you aint even known in ur OWN city
even your OWN hood dont respect you, and thats a pitty..very grimey and shittie
haha u aint streets, you peeps spoiled you like a crack head tittie
u aint got no friends, u played the outkast in ur school class
12 th grade prom year, still no ass.. damn u trash
call em oscar the grounch in garbage patch disposer..u prolly copy and paste my shit in ur document folder..and re post my verse for to another site..cuz here, ur career over