Yo.... Yo.... Aight/
Go Pound its ya birfday

T-Square gottit to a T twice, Pounds simply RB's Vanilla Ice/
C-mon get wit it, Get shited, REP YO CITY, oh yeah your british/
Plese dont smile at my style, look like ya use ya teeth for scizers/
When I drop the vurse Pound gets shattered similar to dishes/
But I told this faggot my ass will not supply his last fuckin wishes/
I'ma kill this kid quicker than SIDS, even sid coulndt be this vicios/
Even tho I'm T-Square, my styles well rounded as T is left Pounded/
Your Lyrical razors are dull, Breakin tha blade wit lyrics to ya skull/
You faced me, losses in your wallowing, ta stop bein wack follow/
The followin, Stop swallowing, I mean you suck dick like no tomarrow/
Secondly quit biting emcees and sayin I dont steal, I only borrow/
Third quit haning wit homosexuals of Dalectual Slaugter, Quautro/
Get rid of that Retarded Dancin Avitar/

Fuck it Home-e, Theres no hope for this wack ass emcee/
Turn Eight-een, Thinkin your studio apprentice teck-ee/
Not Reall-ee, your ina porno studio taped salad toss-ing/
Like Concr-ete, against Nurf, Mr.Bean aint as hard as me/
Simpl-ee
One thing would make this Victory even better for me/
Is takin pounded T out on MTV for twenty five G'z/

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