Ait'e man here it is... good luck...


Yo Carmelo... amma make this quick and dispose you like a CONDOM/
my punches will leave you feelin like IRANIANS gettin BOMBED ON/
hold on.. it's STARTED.. Like aladdin and his CARPET/
I travel miles making victims like you into my TARGET/
am cold HEARTED, so PLEASE... EMCEE'S don't like ur lyrics so ur WASTING EM'/
your not ENTERTAINING EM', ur ego's bigga than newcamp STADIUM/
homosexuals u be DATING EM', i got proof but i aint NAMING EM'/
So send your shitty LYRICS boi ill eat em up like SNIKERS/
Ur body oder smells worst than Paris Hilton's NICKERS/
Ur words are small like ur DICK IS, so pay ATTENTION/
Ur just a thick shit with low COMPREHENSION/
not to forget to MENTION my lyrics fucks everything it TOUCHES/
CLUTHING ur thoughts then FUCKING your mentallity in CRUTHES/
cuz my scripture slithers slowly and attacks you LIKE A COBRA/
inner POISON keeps on GROWING ETERNALLY taking OVER/
what a JOKA!... ur tht fat bitch on da pitch hu cud never play FOOTY/
Lost a few pounds then got rich but still got BULLIED!/
you don't even know i fist fucked your mother CAMELO/
yo stay MELLOW! but don't forget to giv her my HELLO/(lol)
haha my lyrics portray STARDOM but ur probs gettin a HARDON/
I'll type this 4-line leave u sayin 'i beg your PARDON'/

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