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		**holy shit...iigth here it is...grins at H4iKU and grabs da mic**mic check<<<1-2*** 
 
my verse fresher then peppermints, ya spitt stinks that of oninon breath/ 
D4iKU jealous like being fugerative was yours and i was tonguing mets/ 
hit ya baseball cards from Upper Deck so u can say u be punching sets/ 
D4iKU a dude wit a gut with a bumpy chest..my bad.. i meant lumpy breast/ 
ya get guttin' checks like i took the Nike Symbol & stamped it on ya stomach/ 
you got aight flow but shytty knuckles from me crappin' on ya punches/ 
stuck on crutches, hurt ya so bad with this i got Nelly giving u his band-Aid / 
u so stupid u stapled pieces of rope on ya head n said dey was damn braids/ 
u fag made, Simon says.."u the worst ever" now step off this American Idol/ 
I reign so ill i got "Phillies Phinest" asking me for my picture instead of carrying a title/ 
this is vital, this constant hit wont stop in my writes like if i was south paw/ 
my fist crowd jaws, u been trippin' since summers over..this be ya down fall/ 
i clown D4iKU and imma 'bout to make history like Gannon in da Super Bowl/ 
phucking up while u feel depressed like Barret Robbins..just a loser ho/ 
this how bloopers go, and i would say lets do this in da club but u not legal/ 
this Stadium performance i put on is for Veterans like da Bucs i just rock Eagles / 
u think the weight u holding is big like u had Fat Joe sitting on ya lap/ 
i dont know about flirting with death but i made u confused and had u hittin on ya dad/ 
i wont sign ya but im spittin on ya cast, ya smartest move was sniffin' on ya crack/ 
ya fixing to get jacked, break ya pelvic bone and slam bricks on ya abs..blap!!/ 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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