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i walk in hi yall whats let me kill this cat real quick
here i go
i leave you cold ya lyriks stand still,
you couldnt give birth to new rhymes if you werent on the pill//
my lyriks cold they make dicks frozen,(didnt mean to get sick)
your girl wouldnt want dat bitch if ya had extensions sown in//
i write dez lyriks like a magikal pencil,
i break your rhymes apart at da hingez your rhymes to brittle//
when i murder niggaz i like to do it brutal,
da crakle of da flame will you sittin in shakels watchin you scream our feelins are mutual//
i drink your ass like lemonade from lipton brisk,
people wouldnt listen to you if you were on a compact disc//
you wouldnt be hot if you were an electric blanket,
no one would shoot for you in basket ball if you wer da fuckin basket//
you couldnt beat me if three computers with screen names were in your buget,
battle ya self for a record but i aint you so fuck it//
this kid elementary big words arent a habbit,
this mans still a kid cant see over tha counter fuckin midget//

sorry i got writers block but its aight