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IP:
chea, chea, eh yo son, stop ya bitchin
if rap was money, you wouldnt have a pot to piss in
dog, ya rhymes are just slops to pig in
and ya girl like the cock so i dropped my dick in
i'll have u singin the blues, when im bringin the tools
that'll have ya head off ya body like the Cingular dude
these punches bend ya back like a straw, put a dent in ya jaw
i owned dis nigga cuz possesion is 9/10's of the law
so u got legally beat, constitutionally dissed
n when im thru with u, you wont b truthfully missed
i hate when newbs multiply in samples
and like 1,3, and 7 you're a PRIME example
God couldnt save that flow, so dont try a blessin
and ya STRUCTURE look like the twin towers after 9/11..HOLLA
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