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aight, check this nigga!
man, just admit you rhymes ain't the ritz,,
leave now dawg, and we'll call it quits,,
cos i leave MC's in multiple epilectic fits,,
you leave bitches, with contagious nits,,
you ever had kids, if you have, then i say,,
"look who killed daddy, sibs!"i'm just gonna lay-
you down to rest, i got a 9mm at home, that'll mess your chest,,
i'm the biggest thing since pacfest, when i rap, i feel like i'm possesed,,
my lyrics have you under arrest, lay down dawg, you know it's best,,
so, you come from up north, don;t matter, you was killed at da fourth-
line, can you see you in 20 years doin time, then walking about -
outside buger king with a sign, reading "before you dine, lend a poor assed nigga a dime"!