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yo chek it//.....
yo bitch..
hah..turn of da disney channel nigga dis da R&B no 411-hype//
Frigin newb's bustin caps an frag's, ur shit lags, step away from my mic//
tyke, toddler in a game wich endeavors more from an emcee den mothergoose tales//
climbin up a wall but nigga i pass u like i got tentacles wit suction cups an scales//
hittin hard on u i am, i bury u deep while i caught ya dik limp in ya hand//
Cj bout ta land, bak off, verses proppella's bout ta stir up sum desert sand//
here we go....
nigga bitch slapped me sayin he gonna 'ate' me, newby status arrival i detect wittin my 6th sense//
first post congrats but bitch u couldnt even flo in a right tense, commesned in a forefront to deep for ya kapree pants//
fagatsyical tendancies run in ya family tree of wak emcees//
I de-feat u on my own 2 u can drive ya car ill even hand u my keys//
dun tried an chew on sum broccly but u fuked witta tree//
subliminaly, aint got nuttin gainst ya g, jus try an stay outta sun for a will, ur ink dont stain permainatly//
i consider dis a freebie, messin wit a bitch dis shit to easy//
ryhmes of vile flowin from my mouth so fluid intentions make ya weezy//
frozen in tyme im kineticly incline to destroy ur last embryo in reslut of bad lines//
jus another duty i fufill in order to convict upon thee fallsable emcce claimin section 103 letter 'b' war crimes//
Next//.....
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