my nine iron'll beat ur ass till ya hault
so i'll T. Chip.. like i was playin a game of gulf
its my fault, i'm back now and rippin this fag
s'hows chip gonna see the light of day..
..when his ass is still @ the bottom of the bag
just be glad i know ya secret 'n aint sharin it
hell, i'd air out ur dirt laundry, but ur already wear'n it
clear this shit, i'll bash ya face against ya will, yo!
'n beat the stuffing out'a chip like he was a new pillow
makin u willow and weep, 'n bitches even keep ya down
but ur so much of a bitch.. u'd let Kelis boss ur ass around
i'm done makin my sound, but lemme give ya a lil hunch
next time ya set up a rhyme..
..try 'n make sure they end with a punch!

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