aight, aight....so, chowie, college boy eh, lets go

a clean sweep in this battle, this dudes a fucking mess
cram so many punches in your head, you'll get an A on your next test
cast you away from the rest, you dont have feel on the real
shit, you couldn't land a decent hit, with no one in the field
you act that thug shit, think you pimpin bitches with a huge ass gun
well after you're done bragging bout 22 barrels, i roll you down a hill in one
knock you around, my punches crack you so high, you're left with the munchies
shit, your lyrics wouldn't be worth a dam, if they powered the country

bitch, peace out

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