how the fuck ya goin to "diss and make up?"/
shit's impossible like ya "crackhead mom gettin her weight up"/
even with a "plate up" she look like an "ethiopian belly scratcher"/
d-rock "desperate" like "wives" his name is "terri hatcher"/
look... ya Rapperz happy level is 0 percent/
with 0 health he's crying " this space here is for rent"/
you a vent all you want but you'll never touch the "gifted"/
you could have john's "legend" and never "get lifted"/
ordinary people don't battle they "cheer"/
but since ya skills are "cloroxed" there's "nothing to see here"/
why you throwin bananas this aint "donkey kong"/
i stay with my game "cubed" i fuck girls 3-d with my "donkey shlong"/
i'll yell "get the table" and lodge splinters in ya back/
and impale metal to your frail scale to send shivers through ya rack/
tell ya grandma stop wildin sayin "you can't hold me"/
gangsta in the buffet talking "you don't know me"/

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