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IP:
yo nigga i live for deez type of moments
catchin herbs like u bitin
whos dis.....i bolded it
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Originally posted by Super Cool Guy
Ima go first....
since i gotta leave for four days...
..Testical you cant rhyme with a mic so I hand you a fiddle
Check dis riddle your played out more than Malcom in the Middle\\
I punch-wit-precision verbally-slur-you wit words that impare-your-vision
'Slice your temple in half' so your only chance of winning is 'split-decision'\\
Only time you ever win a battle is when you freestyle alone
I 'crush' emcee's like you so often they gotta pack 'xtra bones'\\
Coming at me with your record, I aint scared
Cause ya rhymes are like an 'EXCERSISE BIKE', shit aint 'GOIN no-where'\\
Like the fear of a man scared of chickens you dead cause ofa cock
Permanet virgin havin a 'flinstone doll' on ya matress is only time ur 'bed-rocks'\\
You a tragedy of a rhymer, hitting large icebergs and your flow stops
Sending 'smoke signals' as rhymes is the nearest you’d get to the 'top'
Drain ya spinal fluid, put it in ya pen', so ya can 'back' up ya lines/
Mr. Eye, I’m firin’ more ghost-writers than lay-off’s at the New York Times\\
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