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Middle Weight
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IP:
i'll lyrically spin this bitch bizzy until his composure is dizzy
you should call me celibent, cuz you cant really fuck wit me
this battle is just wieght on your shoulders like that block on yo neck
you no kin to kanye so you wont be survivin through this wreck
it seems you started your menstral cycle, judging from your bad mood
i'm devourin this cat early on like he just a plate of breakfast food
you really a 'busy' bodied whore just tryin to even out the score
but after this, i guarantee your wins will still only amount to four
the only way you could ever see me is if i stepped 10 levels down
and even then you'd have to push your tip toes to the ground
you equivalent to crack on the streets, cuz i'm pushin you hard
i'm slappin the skin off ya face, so say goodbye to your 'black card'*
and no it's not ova yet, man you aint even seen the credits
you aint been beat like this since you ordered a gay porn through fedex
but lets cut the bullshit, you weak like a first time smoka after a bong hit
you soft and now you moanin, like your mother after i massage her clit
yea i just went there, travelled by air, and already came back
i hurt your heart and and your pride now you hangin low like my nut sack
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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me."
-Young Buck
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