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Originally Posted by ella
you lie to much, if you was fem id bust ya rack.
no one will ever trust ya back, considered wack to us...i must attack.
your like a lost homeless man needin cans, so ill point ya in a wasteful direction.
rip that smirk off ya face, scalp ya frontal and create my own facial expression.
got blazin lil mami covered orally, ya have members breathing through dick.
but ya rap games not modern, like retired athletes needin new kicks.
ya dont fully understand, your not dope...ya spittin dry.
your the kinda kid thats wack at sex, the kind to make a chick turn Bi.
ill mash your figure like a cubicle...to the point ya change complexion.
have your features fatigued n dancin, give your dome a face erection.
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bruise ya knees to 90 degrees, got proverse fit to rape him.
skip the safer situation. dissin me, hes no coward...yet shouldnt play with mayhem.
cause a personal hit, requires a counter attack.
im bound to react on the fact your rap is trash on the grounds of mishap.
my forceful flow will sound your contact, rip ya in half.
your punches are hittin somthin solid, somthin that'll leave ya wristin a cast.
proverse: your just the protege to a wack emcee.
like crips with brackin steeze...ya still rap for free.
similiar to back injuries, once ya down...ya wont bounce back for months.
ya prewrite n ya bite freely...like copying math at lunch.
ya cant equalify yourself with the rest, ya the type that praise the dope.
ya rhymes need thorough clensing, only bars ya spit are made of soap.
this experience'll make ya fear the dark, rush ya into the covers.
well pros dont lose verse ideas, and just decide to improve the others.
their orally active in more than one way, but lay low to un-wind suspicion.
holds the truth like prison...ill leave ya two in your favorite, 69 position.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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