im glad you wrote back with what you have to say/
Yuckas gettin smoked by Joe till his lungs decayed/
but you aint gettin high cause you still at low levels/
i step on you bitch like car's with chrome pedals/
i talk about hamburgers cause i dont give a shit/
i could talk about murders and guns with a clip/
but that would be redundent, raps stay stunnin/
ya raps stay old and played out like ya woman/

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858