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u.E, you's too scared to face me. My lines too terrifin for ya I see. They'll devesatechu 'n have ya on one knee./
Bad dog! Fuckin little bitch, I got more ballz den you, stop talkin shyt, get down 'n plea./
Ya belong in Nsync, yer rhymes look like they prewrit by Justin Timberlake-aint no surprise you's so fake./
Ya talk big for sucha flake,you's juss gonna bake, go hide in yer room for yer own sake./
Come 'ere boy, yer m.c dats are ova, yer time line'll juss drop./
Gonna come out wit an ablum? They's all gonna flop./
There ain't no use, my lines are here to abuse./
You cant win cuz ya can't choose, guess what? You's gonna lose./
Ok come on lil' boy spit yer lines, here's yer toy mic 'n yer card board crowd./
Da only alive peeps at yer show'll be yer parents cuz they so proud./