^ blah, blah whatever kid

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Week eight: week of hate, Lets play join the dots //
Even this filler's iller than you, see I’m hot, your not //
Without the wack theres no ill, so I need you to be ya self //
I’m insane enough to suck your blood and drink to ya health //
If I hit ya wid a even number of punches, you won’t get amnesia //
And I’ll kill you in cold blood, but wont get to freeze ya //

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How can anyone feel you, when they can hardly see you ? //
Cause only overweight amnesiacs wish they could be you //
When ya ride, ya mean a bicycle, an when ya roll, it involves a hill //
But certainly you don’t seem to understand that battling involves skill //

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Half these voters aint heard of ya name //
Like playin chess wid ya self, this is a bored game //
Which of course makes battling a dot a trivial pursuit //
And your scared at the noise when ya start up fruity loops //
I shoot, kill, steal, slang, hang, and do it the hood way //
So your below par, like tiger woods having a good day //
Only his good at what he does, your nuttin but a chore //
at the end of the day…I’m battling a dot… need I say more ??? //

edited spellin mistakes.