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IP:
verbal massacre, i exhale illness while u choke like bystanders breathin gasious fumes //
extractin your various motives, remove your appetite with lyrics sickenin like mold-blackened food //
skateboard derby and surfer boxing dont bear comparison to how bad you get punched on this board //
lines are constantly recycled by you, you're shocked like scuba divers pluggin in chords //
absolute desecration of your inferior lyrics, rip your finger-stylez so you strain to type //
all planes were grounded after 9-11, like your lyrics, they neva took flight //
lyrics destined to be killed on the web, netcees to you are i-net spiders //
fuckin pornographical democrats, you'd only get votes from dick ryders //
your little virtual reality is dying, your gay joystick-like verses always get manhandled //
cause a removal of all weak sectors, verses are like science fair projects, they all end up dismantled //
unlimited vocabulary spews from my orafices, every hole's a different dimension //
verbs from your jaws are put away more than Tyson after a suspension //
it's a tragedy how your family all magically disappears //
your explicit simplicity will kill your bois, they'll be so perplexed after i diss u queers //
exhibit your shit verse, i'm an i-net molestin priest but somehow you're the one postin prewritten scriptures //
i make u motionless with fear until your pants turn pee yellow like naked Simpsons pictures //
unoriginal shit comes outta u, you're number 23 no Bull, cuz your Wizardry is all played out //
mental unconsciousness, when the Sunshine stops and your movie fiction ends and you fade out //
captious concepts from sinister cerebrals easily infiltrate your useless guard //
David Spade must be ya god cuz you're screamin Just Shoot Me when i play your card...
let the voting begin...
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