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The Real American Idol
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IP:
~The way I spit so sick will leave you layin in a hearse.
~My flows are so tremendous that i could rip you in reverse.
~I bet you practiced thinkin if you dropped some ill shit you could take me....almost.
~I can tell without even peepin ya profile that that was your first post.
~ My flows are like daggers. They pierce in every direction.
~And you just like every other newbie. A bitch to add to my collection.
~Cuz im a lyrical miracle when im spittin it.
~If I was ya biological pops I still wouldnt be admittin it.
~Cuz i cant be known as the man whos son was a homosexual drag queen.
~What could I say when they find out you take little boys and run tag teams?
~This bitch is over with, Im out, its done. Im thru.
~And Ill let you borrow a rhyme of mine if you wanna come back for round two.
I didnt want to bring out real hard shit. All respect nonetheless
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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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