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Originally Posted by One-Man-Band
ok... cats in denial, hit by my missiles, rocked, ya raps n' ya lines? shit. n' ill rip the lot
Shootin this rat, only thing good bout ya raps is its my style writ in a different font!
Looks like you bit off the wrong dude, cos all ya lyrics is salty n' bitter
You'll never come off dope as me.. ok lyricist but ya multis are shitter
faulty, ya sinner... ya get mugged n' floored, bruised fa thoughts that you run this
I love ta rawt, come with brawn I punch with force, kid, you just forcin ya punches
Rockin G's, looks like ya gonna flee.. grab ya purse, head south fa borders
Shit man, every vending machine i go to is like ya words, They're out of order!
No wonder u slept on, whenever u drop its like voters is sent for a nap..
so confusing... damn, even if i was spidey, i still couldnt make "sense" a ya rap
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not dope, void these lines if your rhymes happen to punch.
bowl n spoon, ima scold this goon. munch this chip like captain n crunch.
your rhymes like prophecy, they stretch til events Occur.
even with the spidey tactics, you couldnt have intense closure.
Punches none other than prewritten. on the dope scale, you fake Hittin.
Shack mistakes vision, like color blinds tryin to compare american flags with Great Britain.
Quit Lippin and Shake Livin. your state's Mission, Wack.
Takin garbage right out the community, Our difference is...you hate given Back.
Sig Gleamin n All, be ashamed you claim wack keys. I gots the loot to suit ya.
your just used to make me look better, like willy wonka's Oomp-uh-Loomp-uhs.
say your thick material, im the artery...you just a vein in a man.
you couldnt diss me with comic lines, if you had the brain of Rosanne.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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