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I have a lot to learn...
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IP:
Hold up…
whoa, which faggot i'm dissin? i forget, man you have ta forgive it,
you the so called gangsta stabbin on victims, wait, aint you avidly christian?
You call me a tyrant 'n shit, but I’m the illest with rhymin 'n spits
I don't need the votes when even my opponent is ridin my dick -_-
No denyin it kid, ya spit wackness, is that all's ya do?
I mean damn ya weak…I seen games’a badminton with more balls than you,
Took up a callout now this cunts mine, and man, its crunchtime
Fuck Where’s Wally, this guys verses is like wheres the punchline?
this dude is a bore, a fake ass wanna be gruesome 'n raw,
Beat me with flow, wits and skill? Shit…hes never used 'em before!
my standard with rhymes has got ya bladder in strife,
guess i'm kinda like married women, 'cos i only get phatter with time
i'ma rapper divine, so sick when i spit i'm needin to puke,
knew i had dickriders, but I didn't think you was leadin the group
leavin ya mute, flows got more holes than whats been seen in a flute,
can think ya dope kid, but there's a difference between dreamin 'n truth..
Makin ya bleed from ya tooth, down like dawn, get on my dick 'n ya bound to fall
Shafted…………………… you'd be a better mc if ya made no sound at all..
I ain’t even take this serious, I got worser broads ta break
Cos in case ya didn’t notice……….. my only personal was fake -_-
Or was it? -_-
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