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Originally Posted by Theory
Voted For: Paranoid
yo son, your verse had that illy shit, crazy beat and all that, I was dayyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumm, I was like, hot beat, wow, and stuff, and the lyrics was all like, pow! Not a gun pow, but like a little kid with an imaginary gun pow! And shit, the punches were like, cheese on a lobster, they went so well with the verse and stuff. Multi's, well you had none. But your verse was more hip then Ophra Winfrey son, and more gangster then Bill Clinton with a cap on backwards, props sonny.
Uh, UNF, UNLOSE, hahahahahhaha, mad wordplay sons, and daughter, word, why do people say son? Ima say duaghter from now on, shit is more ill, anyways daughter, uh, your punches were cool and stuff, but quality was, meh, and that wasn't cool, so werd
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