Yo Yo

Nigga calm ya nut sack, cuz its my turn to rhyme spit
U da 1st person i know whos impatient to get ripped\
Although no rehearsal, i do cause lyricly reversals, i make ya face look like u wus on dem 10cent-a-day commercials\
The only thing u penetrate is ya palm when u mastabate
I let u go 1st, to quench ya thirst when u persperate\
U nervouse, i can sene fear in ya eyes like a bitch-nigga
U would go poppn off on ya boys as ya mouth wus a snitch-trigga\
U weak rhyme writta, he got da gold american fag title
He so weak paula-abdul dissed him on american idol\
And simon said he wus "horendous", Fgee said he wus "stupendous", but jackson said ya face wus a disgrace and it "ofends-us"\
Let alone, his skills wus as weak as a one armed-reatards\
He couldn't "throw" a "deck"(punch) if he wus a joker on 3 cards\
I see threw him, he jus a wanna-be 2-pac, he still wonderin why he wus the one who got crew droped\
Throw in ya towel, cuz i dissed u wit one word vowels, If his lyricals were baseball that shit woild be an automatic foul\
Its a pity how his stupidity brought him through my lyrical humidity, He a baby, only time he get play is when hes on his moms left tity\
I'll blast u wit my four-fity, make ya teeth clench and have them nitty gritty\ Ya rhymes got me gitty hwo they wus so shity\
Im done, u prolly wish u wus a lil bit mo patient, but thats on u
I got two words to say "F-GEE", and that is "F-U"

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