i just went a quick 8

U a small fry, this dude fat the way he eat my Mac's all the time
N If by come pairin son, i could whoop you spittin anyones rhymes
N trust fists, i drop spits, u jackin my shit, its easy to beat Al
And i aint even Madden but i can swim lap's round u like i'm Micheal
N it aint even worth it, i've heard it, i'm gay and my girls a fat shrek whore
C I'd take peronsal offence to your words, if they hadn't been dropped before
Say much, where's ya dope stuff? my lyrics come precise and exact
N by the way things look when things are summed up we c were you AT

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