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Originally posted by dice-roller
aight here we go,
you rappin lil kid shit, like when braney din hug you so you threw a fit/
sitten at home rubbin ur tit, cuz you a lyrical dim wit/
walkin round like your shit dont stink, might as well go get ur raps from pink/
what you think, you gonna choke and puke inna a sink/
when im done you gonna go look at pan am and touch ur meat/
now take a seat and go get a nice warm blanket and sheet/
todays ur last day to be straight ur goin gay/
now you can go give some guy an ass hole lay/
now b4 im gone to come find you, you best pack up and sail the ocean blue/
but hey now you have a sibling go find him hes something to do/
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Dude....look....I'll be honest....my flow is kinda off....but you rhyme like an elemtary schooler or some shit.....WTF? Blanket and sheet? what the hell does that have to do with your rhyme?
Anyways....uppin |