To wack mcees im a rap verse curse, it couldn’t be worse, I came to point out the lame, I guess my moms to blame, for giving birth to the god, Hit you like a-rod, and your out, and if I leave im taking you with me but that’s after I beat you worse then Bobby did Whitney

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I wouldn't Blow in I was in a windy storm, You rappers are just bitches you spit the norm