k chek it......

gettin dis here battle outta da way//

Bleach, dun kno if ur new to the game i teach, not like fag sufrin music ya flo at da beach//
dis da shit that tosses momentum.. flashin inuendo's, keepin 400 lb niggas in club to keep me from sprayin my venom//
along hourly... the road signs start to blur, damage to ya HP an MP, final fantasy, Ur image dun been scurred//
Cute like a furby that speaks non-english linguistics, rappin in R&B when u clearly a misfit//
When u spit it dont stick, It hangs for a moment then dribbles down, Kinda like Clinton on Lewinski's faded gown//
Ur scared ur hurt, U started quick but line 3 be da end of ya big spurt,nother flakey Femcee flurt, Claimin U a C cus u gota 2-pac shirt//
well sit on dis an re-vert, better yet in-vert, send ya into a parralell dimension where ya met kaptain kirt...dimension so outta wak u belong cus dey warship all dirt//

Ill finish u off now ..no need to sit down//
Dis only take a moment.....an like em... u wish u had owned it//
But ya like a comb in nappy hair u got snagged an entangled//
Pawn u for fake gold ashamed to even let it dangle//
Shame be, i shortend dese last few lines ta give ya a shot at da title//
but ya whined instead....like a bitch...so i hand ya dis midol//
take 2 in hand an see me in da morning//
I can understand the ache in ya head.....like ur mom died...ur loss ur mourning//
Can't help it....whether ur a newb or not...it's not merking....its perfoming//


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