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Old 05-02-03, 10:57 AM   #3
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aight, u thinkin u rolling son u stuck on my rhymes like a empty gun.
You can’t catch a high cuz yo blunt is done
i come real son, so drop yo jaws better yet d-bo comin through so drop yo dras.
in spit rhymes like a bar code.
i got frost bite on my lips cuz my rhymes to cold.
yo girl already know i don’t gotta hall just check out her elbows.
i make em touch her toes.
u can’t smell my skillz like a stopped up nose.
this ain’t beef this is a teachin son im spankin you like fosters kids on whippin day
this is big niggas bizz so go run and play, so if you don’t bounce unda the grass u lay
i am the one no boast or pride when my mouth opens you betta run and hide