LowerTown's Finest
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An Introspect Of neval's Mid-Life Crisis:
IP:
My text captures an X-Factor that renders old men unresponsive
nev sees me and thinks to himself, '*sigh*, Young', like Randy Johnson
bitching about work in a cubicle and the ensuing blind rages
spent so much time under my thumb, you'd think he's used to confined spaces
I've designed mazes to entrap pussies who try and panically hide
I'm snatchin his pride, shit, knightshade prevails like a practicing bride
you'd be catchin my vibe, but you'd probably fall and break a hip
how can this kid 'hold it down' when it's hard for him to maintain a grip
arthritis is a bitch, don't front like you're man enough for me
shit, neval is like a woman, the way he can't stand up to P
ya fuckin freak, you've got 1 win, I've slain half of these fags
nev-will get fucked so bad his ass'll look like a Japanese flag
it's obscene, talkin bout ya nuts when your bitch never grabs these
I'll snatch your wifey, like I snatched this victory,
you sad geek, nuthin personal, even she said you lack the skill
and when that slut finally leaves you, she gets the half that's ill!
I've got mass appeal, givin opponents sumthin they've been dreadin
those cocksuckin lips'll give my 'Tech Support' to cave your head in
I've got legends to tell my grandkids about being the fuckin king
you can tell yours about losing to me, when you tuck em in...
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