dawg, where'd you get ya rhymes, out the back ya pants.//
'cause damn son, I ain't never seen that much shit, it's like you writin' with a laxative.//
metamucal, useful ta cleanse that colan.//
so when ya mans dig that hole out it wont get so swollen.//
drop that mic you holdin', 'cause if it gets any colder the contest is over.. it's frozen.//
yo, get this.. the only beat you breakin' is when ya vinyl's broken.// haha
I'll leave you chokin' up on stage like you inhaled serin gas.//
but the fact is, this nigga just to scared to rap.. he can't.//
he's 'wack' like he 'masterbaited' on a mic, handed it off and got 'slapped'.// (wack= masterbait, smack / slap)
resortin' to drastic measures, each line slapped together.//(measures = music term for bar)
imagine we'd ever be together, I don't swing that way yo.//
I know it's yo-fantacy.. but like I said.. NO.//

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