Cool...
Cool...

Here it comes...
Feelin the beat...
Time to go to school...


If disses are bullets, I'm a spittin Mini-Gun...
A 1000 rounds a second will have your ass on the run!
But you can't outrun these disses, they come too fuckin fast...
They hit your back dead center, with a life taking blast!
But if disses were blades, then mine would slice you deep...
Put incisions in your ass, like plastic surgery's Meryl Streep!
Lyrical razors I hurl at you ninja star style...
Vicious dope rhymes that'll bleed you for miles!
Drop your act, you're whack, you Biology class frog...
My needles have pinned you, now I'm disecting you, dog!
Rhythmic scalpel ready and spittin tweezers here...
This might hurt a little, Toadie, I've been drinking beer!
Amelia Earhart had more direction than you, and that bitch got lost!
You'd head for the freakin Sahara, and end up in Arctic frost!
Like the Hindenburgh, you're fat and bursting with gas...
"Oh the humanity!" is what they'll say, when my lyrics rip your ass!
Education is what you're lacking, it's why you're in flames and falling to Earth.
Read my lines, learn something...and lose that blubbery girth!
Fuck it...I've sliced you like cold cuts, my rhymes have taken their toll...
Like Quizno's you've been toasted...froggie on a french roll!

Ok...there it is...
Follow it.

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