aight
You becoming the rapper is really the enigma/(puzzling situation)
Im gonna be the one to stop ya ego from gettin bigga/
Punchlines are what make rhymes sick/
Yours are like a retarted guns first they "SPARK then Click"
And I could not be fazed by any of yo shit/
I could help you cut yo knees off so they don't hurt after you be suckin some dick/
I hit the block so hard I make the streets say ouch/
Your girlfriend got scared when i put my dick in her mouth/
the only time you really wasn't buggin/
was on engagement night when you told everyone "I love him"/
But don't stop now, you have a chance,ya see/
You could be the first gay rapper from Washington D.C/
They showed me footage in the Pentagon/
when you was in a gay club strippin to sisqos "thong song"
and Im'a win cuz my lines are "Straight"/
Not like yours which are Crooked and "Gay"
My rhymes are so better than yours/
last time you used rubber was on those tight pants of yours/
so before everyon here has a vote/
he had a dick in his mouth so thats why he "CHOKED"

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