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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
Come and try to step to me vicious..I'm letting you bitches..
Know in chef terms your just prepping the dishes..
Instead of some triggas, your pulling off lyrics, generic and bad..
Slow melodic and sad, its probly a fad.. But your copping the tag..
Of the single man who drop like a fag.. Your styles sloppy and mad..
Just a tad off course and bullshit.. Worse than rappers that claim pussy..
But really they pull dick.. You aint cool bitch.. None of ya rhymes impressive..
Their testing...My patients like invasive relations.. Your brains basically vacant..
If I'm not mistaken your faking, I'll drop you fast and leave you facing the basment..
You emcees were never hip hop.. How you writing ya tracks..
See my dick drops, you cunts couldnt decypher the facts..
If you all had, brains the size of beyonces back..
If I was writing a book on how to rap.. You could help me chap..
You fill a chapter.. As an example of a rapper thats wack..
As a matter of fact.. I'm keeping track of this brat..
Fuck it.. Wink at ya girl as I'm tapping my hat..
Man.. You understand that I flow so sick..
Get it through ya brains, you dont fucking know me bitch..
Commence to blowing dick.. On my first keystyle in a while..
I'm compiling a file.. Based on my life and a pile..
Of other events.. ..Like laughing at vets..
And rappers thinking its all in the fasion sence..
The game.. The fame.. The groupies and brain..
Abusing the same.. Amount of emotion and pain..
I'm hoping your playing.. Whatever now I'll finish this rhyme..
Fucka next line.............................................. ................
I'm bored.. Typed up line to line.. Didnt really stop..
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