iight........
check it


ur actually doin somethin good for the world wit all yo recyclin
writin the same wack shit..i think u might take it..sike i win
ill have ya head spinnin in a circle like the dj in ya avy
im sorry i fucked ya mom and merked ya wackself...dont hate me
u spit obvious shit that is telepathic
u spit end rhymes cuz u plain just cant hack it
ur bitch? i smacked it...the suspensful rhymes u wanted..i faxed it
ya rhymes is like hair...i waxed it...and ya punches terribly lacked it
the only way u findin gold is in ya hometown frisco
why u rappin? ya mom told me u liked disco
u couldnt land a punch if ya was on a landing strip
i landed my fist right on ya face and yet i havent heard ya rip
i got a tight grip on my lyrics somethin u could never understand
threw ya structure in the air and now u dead under my hand
ya only plan is to try to get threw this without any injuries
but my dick went threw ya head now u on ya hands and knees

you up........

wun
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