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The Real American Idol
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IP:
Aight........
-Does this nigga I-Wizzy think he can compete when this mans on?
-Ill beat you and leave you bloody like yous on the rag wit no tampon.
-Tryin to act hard like you some kinda grown man.
-Waitin for me to drop my verse you prolly wipin semen off ya hand!(oops!)
- Cmon people! He cant compete with this intellectual.
-I beat real emcees. Not bitches wit one testicle.
-My rhymes are fresh out the box. Ya shits broke I hope you kept your reciept.
-The only way you'll get one vote is to highlite this, copy, paste and repeat.
- How about next time we battle you use lines i havent heard before.
-Cuz quite frankly after I read your verse I didnt wanna rap anymore.
-Your that kid who bring shame to the game. Youre all the same.
- Runnin around acting like your ruff but ya rhymes are lame.
- If the Elements let you in they must be a crew full of bitches.
- Cuz I read ya rhymes and cant believe this much wackness in one person ever existed.
- You know what? Fuck it. Im done man. Im spent.
- Heres a quarter. Call Ja's ass. I think he got some lines for rent.
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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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