i kinda had time so i recorded it a min ago......

i like this beat.. "Jay-z the bouce"

.......... Lyrics......... - vote with lyrical content also....

My ‘talents are diabetic‘..cuz their sicker-that-most,
Your so weak… my punches feel like I’m hitting-a-ghost!!!
My mind is like a puzzle, your is like tic-tac-toe..
U need a locating device… just to find-ya-flow!!..
I ‘turn-this-herb‘,in ‘seven-thirds‘,
thinking his ‘words-goin-burn‘,or maybe ‘nerd-goin-learn!!!,
U prolly shouldn’t of accepted the challenge dude…
Ur wack… my boy Jet declined a challenge from u.. *
Seven thirds of this… you couldn’t exist,
grab the razor quick, to go hide and ‘slit ur wrist,’
A psycitsophernic bitch, Fuck I ain’t even street legal..
Ill fuckin murder you… along with the 2 other people…***
don’t be confident.. Cuz ur ‘concept are nonsense’,
I’am lyable where-ur-lines-went, an also for ur retirement!!!
You holdin the mic, like u holdin a gun..
Its to hot for you..I told u don’t play son…
I will put u in a hospital, than ask ya how-u-feelin…
U asked me if ya sick… I said you msut be dreamin!!!
Or believein what seein, as if I looked like a demon,
Ya not cold this month.. Try again next season!!!
Huff puff n’ blow, but you ain’t goin-hit,
Call u vacum cuz all you do is suck-shit,
No think quick, Is this shit all you can come with,
Take time. And make sense bitch…
Ill temporment, dog you can’t handle-ya-weight,
Ya lines are more broken up than a Bush-debate,
See and the antics you keep are a regular…
don’t mess with a real vet!!!.. Dog you a REPLICA…
Your cover up, should be called coom over…
Im not a duff. I snuff… so go home-herb (duff beer, Homur simpson..blah lol)
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No beat….
Ya 'timid-n-wet'… now you know you 'facin-a-vet'…I’m 'breakin-ya-text', and this FRACTION… ain’t in school yet…*

*jet declined his challenge
**his names kinda a fraction…
*** he used to have "3rd dif people" or some shit liek that in his sig



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