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ThA BaDmAn Is HeRe NoW
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IP:
here we go....
Oh shit I think its over for you burna//
When u read dis, I will haf u signin ‘I will survive’ like you was tina turner//
Come on son you like a yung driver, still on ya learnas//
An when I decide ta kill this cat, yu wont see me charged wid attempted murder//
He a gay nigga always spittin an actin like a fruit//
Sensitive thug, cud probably catch him cryin over a book of chicken soup//
Teeth are rotten cuz u doin too much bitin//
My advise to you burna, is dat next year u take a course in Creative writin//
Den come an see me//
An just watch tha nine leave ya body spinnin like a CD//
Only whips yu ride got bells on it//
Soun like tha intro to special delivery, it got bells on it//
When you think of Shotta you think of getting shot//
When ya gurl think of Shotta she think of getting fuct//
Beatin me dog you movin away further and further//
Like mah neck and mah wrist dog, you getting colder an colder//
Son yu strait garbage//
An I aint talking bout Nintendo when I say im loadin a cartridge//
Been playin football from lets say three//
Dis cat gotta ta study hard when he was goin face me, im like tha S.A.T//
Fagget cat probably got thongs underneath//
An tha only time he experience pleasure is when his moms underneath//
Im telling you, you got matched up wid da wrong nigga//
Dis will be tha last time you fuck wid Shotta aka J.A. Skilaz//
imma see if i can find three battles to vote on rite now...
LAtah
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