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IP:
Break Ya Back Like Chiropratic Acts, Cause You Couldn't Thunder From The Dome Even If You Played Madd Maxx,
Fact, Stated, You And Rhymin Not Related, Cause Ya Shits Goinig BackWards Faster Than Reverse Racing On NasCar Tracks,
Now Thats, Not Fiction, Son Listen, TS Dead You, Then Spit At Ya Tomb And Give You Life, Like When Lazarus Was Risen,
You Spitten, Softer Rendentions, Than A Gang Fight With Gay Men
Glue Ya Rhymes On Ya Chest And You Still Wouldn't Be Stuck On YaSelf,
Couldn't Measure Up To My Preasence (Preasents) If You Stacked Then Gift Wrapped Christmas Elves
Tell You Straight Up, You Suck Worst Than Ya Girl During Oral Sex
Exposin The Bitch You, Got You Coming Outta More Doors Than An Apartment Complex
Now Whoz Next, Cause Duke Ain't On TS's Level,
Spoke Firmly, Read My Rhyme And Turned Down The Bass In His Voice Like Adjusting Treble,
TS Is A Nuclear Vessle, 187'd Ya Shit And Have Ya Crew Like Wha Happened,
Failed To Detonate While Rappin, Cause Fam Couldn't Be Explosive Even If He Tag-Teamed With Sadaam And Bin Ladin...
Edited Pieces in Bold...
You Have Been Blessed...
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