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Hottie You a momma's girl (lol), so Imma send her ya "heart in the mail"//
then come to ya funeral and fill up ya carcass with shells//
and like the "Devil" letting his "Trash pile up" for 2 weeks~ hotties rhymes are "Garbage" as "Hell"//
Killin ya was easy~ havin a "computer virus" still couldn’t make ya ill on tha PC~//
Hottie blieve If ya "dropped instrumentals" ya "still couldn't beat me"// (instrumentals=beats get it)
Ya cant "stop me so face it" ya only good lines were "copy and pasted"//
Like an "etcha scetch" ya "fade fast" Im "sick of ya lame crap" Im rippin ya fake raps//
Battlin me you get "run over" like a dude "sittin on train tracks"//
When "spittin ya fake n wack" Im "liftin ya face back" "spittin insane raps"//
Ya "cold n wack" like ya "holdin back" beat me? "no ya cant"//
If ya put "marijuana" on "candles" you still couldn’t be "dope on wax"// :: calm down ::
I'll slice ya "tonge" out and put it in your "Hand" if you eva wanna "Hold" a "Conversation"//
Like "Cleo" before "rap" was invented~ I SHOULDN'T "SEE" YOU WITH A MICROPHONE//
so like a band leaving a concert~ JUST LEAVE THE MIC' ALONE....im done





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