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this is a liyrcal game an that was a shame u got beet down like the germans in the england game/
i smoke by the ounce i dont feel pain i got an ak al introduce to your brain/
u stand like a tower al break u like a plane, rapin that long shit u must be insane/

i like my beamer am riding in style ur driving sumthing out of 8 mile/
u must be a dreamer i aint feeling u my crew aint either, my biches are fine u pimp in the Fever/ .......(grab a grany)
so after that am gona get off al leave yer/

so got go kill yer only vanilla ice will feel yer an im cummin to my conclusion/ u aint shit but an illushion/ your mum luvs pertrushion, your fathers a pimp yo nans a dealer an your sisters a hoe/
thats me done fornow till next time gotta go