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Pair-a-dyce playin wit Pair-a-nuts bending over and takin it in the butt.
You didn't read the notice when you registered? No wanna be gangstas, that puts me one step ahead of ya.
You had to know comin in to this battle that you had no chance,little boys dont want that, pull up yo pants.
I keep tryin to stress, through all this mess, that I'm leavin five inch holes in faggot's chests.
How you let your rhymes get so loose?I think it's time you gave 'em back to mother Goose.
You puttin your life into bein a rapper?It'll turn out a disaster, quit foolin yourself,you aint no master.
you have no clue what bein a gangsta is all about, sneak up on ya wit out a sound, take these Dyce and roll 'em on out.
I didn't want a walk in the park, i wanted a challenge,no hoes,no jokes and especially no dudes tossin salad.

Kill 'em wit tha quikness, infest there brains like i was a sickness, leave em dead in tha street wit no witness.
You goin against me you goin against a killa,make you look worse than the dudes on Michael Jacksons thrilla.
You tryin to rap is like Webster tryin to play ball, jus remember dawg, you can't walk before ya learn ta crawl.





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