what you say'n you got 6 points to give me writers block.//
don't ya mean six cocks 'cause you want ya cherry popped.//
bitch you got some scary talk, but I'll bet you can barely walk.//
half-step, like you was a war amp with one leg, lost.//
the other to a hatch-et, now you got one peg, dawg.//
cut out that racket, ya writtens all rancid.//
and that's a keystyle, bile drained from this kids matress.//
after he pissed his pants'n, cried to mom and dad to change his sheets.//
it's plain to see, this l'il one's on a completely different plane from me.//
he's like a cesna, an I'm like an F-14.//
complete with all the military equipment ta strike and hit quick.//
bank at speeds like twice that of spittin' quik.//
put this crackers nuts in a vice and twist a bit so they squish and spit.//
listen bitch, you got game like childs play.//
when I say life you say "I call green".. weak.//
I mean, you an elementary computer geek, with ambitions from the 8 mile movie.//
try'n ta be what you not, give it up before you topple your self-esteem.//
selfishly take your own life, no consideration for your family.//

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