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Middle Weight
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IP:
As a trained wordsmith i 'm teachin you a rappin sermon/
actin as though theres a bounty on youre head, shootin you down like vermon/
But arnt you the lerical heritic, the lerical sinner/
aLthough i regret it now battlin you is as borin as seeing what my neighbor ate for dinner/
There is also no dobt whos gunna walk away the winner/
Your work is alwayss work in progress/
You like the hyena runnin from a lioness/
you dont even need to read his work to no that mine is the finest/
You got no original lines, youre a lerical thief/
you a pitiful peasant, while i be the chief/
Livin on the streets, tryin to sell marijuarna leaf
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