that's ya first mistake, cuz i'll burn-any person-any place...
dun't even turn ya mic on, i think-each verse-is ashamed...
i'm a wordsmith with pain, to hand out-get round then-span out...
pull sum fast clout, and mash out-i herd the dirt on ya-no wonder they call ya-ass mouth...
ya culdn't blast ya way out, of an arcade game...
ya all day lame, and ya raps-no profits-like all gay saints...
please be restrained, fo thinkin ya tight...
have ya blinkin in fright, cuz ya more pussy-then drinkin-thin wine...
i'm all refined, i'll kick ya back to honohluu...
or whereva ya from, it'll be come a common groove...

ten..pzzz























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