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I'm off the wall like Paintchips, So now its like I'm holding court and your the Plantiff.
Becuase your FakeBitch, like a Cadybar in a Pool, you really aint shit.
This Makeshift Blantent Rapin,got your numbers falling like matrix.
Your Ancheint, take that wackness you writting, go up to file & Save it.
You cant stop mines,because I got you cornered like Stop Signs.
Dailing 1-900 numbers are the only time you type a Hot Line.

This Pussy wouldnt Crack, if I let him eat my neck & my back.
your better off dead, so unless a train is coming, dont step on a Track.
T_pound£, its evident your couldnt follow my lines, if I made Maps.

So for the last line I'll change it up.
You & your crew is Gay, so tell them to Come out the closet, So you can Hang it Up.

~Ideal~

~out~