key'd up

I'll put cha face in the dirt...i'm rapein this pussy, bitch pull up ya skirt/
this shit is the worst..but you a herb and i'm not, yes, The Truth really Hurts/
you battlin a vet..you aint posin a threat...there's no way you can have this win/
it seem like every time i turn around you in a battle or votin for the person you battlin!/
fuckin pus, this shit ain't a game, your elementary style you should be ashamed/
from the simple metaphors to the outrageous play in ya name/
if that is wordplay than playing wit words is somethin that i don't wanna do/
But hol up






































let me drop down so i can be on the same level as you/
you win by no-shows, you won't go far after my verse busta/
tryin to be cool by votin for your opponent its obvious D.S. is a Dick Sucka/

e.z...

*lost to the truth hurts

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I remember puttin quarters in the game and the Jukebox/
now i'm puttin quarters of them thangs in a shoe box/
Then i break em down no bags its just loose rocks/
no pump against me and the world i'm like 2pac
^^T-Rex