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Flyweight
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IP:
i'ma cut this man up tight n put his lame name in the can 2night
whack as it gets...he's infinite stan cuz he's an obsessed fan for life
his bitch's folding while he's with the boys playing stiff-holding
you got a lie-sense (license) to wrap (rap) that messed like retards giftrolling
the sight of you makes me sick,so fall back for i break ur hips n turn it blue
your raps are a joke n they played...we should label you 'I am-used (amused)
why i even bother spittin,i could do nutin n still beat you with this
suks too,i ain't got no personals to use,cuz no one knows who you is
you already gonna spit shit,so you've already been humiliated
n as for ur mother n her pants,shit,i shot it up cuz in-it-I-ated (intiate)
I'ma still win this bitch,n I ain't even write this shit,so I laughed last
cuz take a look kid,in my books,this whole verse is half assed
I ain't even bother -__-
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