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Jumpin' Along
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IP:
You a joke, kid ,Provokin me to raise da bet when I fold ya frame...
Think you the shit? I'll put ya head in ya lap so you could hold ya brain...
I play criminal' sports,you couldn't come ill even wit genital warts...
you punches miss,so how are you winning when you got ripped by -Explicits'-two-line-diss
Don't get smart-kid! have you wrapped up and-tarnished,got asthma? Dawg i'll leave you gaspin regardless..
When you vote,battlers turn into protesters of Gay marriage,cuz they don't count ya shit....
My flow's over the top of your head, like i'm drowning kids...
You gettin eaten alive but you only lunch for a boy...
man you gettin crunched-and-then-soiled, How ya verse gonna mix when ya flow is vinegar and ya punches are oil?..
evident you can't elevate cuz all your spits are wack, cuz like "midgets" you can talk shit, but can't "say shit to my face!"...
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