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The Real American Idol
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IP:
aight here it is....
-Im a lyrical genius when im spittin it.
-While you know you just a bitch wit a mic. But you aint admittin it.
-Ya rhymes are pitiful. Drop one bar and niggas get to snorin...
-Just drop the mic, hit the streets and go back to whorin
-Cuz thats the only way your ever gonna make a dime.
-Cuz as a matter of fact you owe me twenty just for readin one of ya rhymes.
-Im metaphysical, your unoriginal, bitin niggas line for line.
- The only way you'll survive this battle is by copyin mine.
- Your battlin a vet now...better right down some tips.
-First, tip number one: keep the semen off ya lips.
-Im only gonna spit 12 lines dogg thats it.
- And in it im gonna say FUCK YOU dogg...NOW SPIT
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Go ahead. Turn your back on me. Thats when I punch you in the back of your head. Faggot.
Fuck wit me once, shame on you. Fuck wit me twice, youre dead.
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