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Scotty C
aight here goes
when i want a battle wit u dawg i will call your phone/
then rip the skin off your face like a skull ans cross bone/
all your homies left you for dead and now your homa alone/
and suffering like a 15 year old girl with her fuckin hormones/
your in agony nigga im sorry to have to be the 1 to tell u this/
but the only option is to slit ya wrists and dont miss/
i can lyrically clench ya in my fist, and forget about you/
like walking in the mist, and gettin a memory de-fuse/
you post your raps but they get ignored and misused/
like you did when ya mamma used the sperm test tube/
^^Scotty C's verse^^
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