ok man im gana spit i dont know what ya doin cuz this been up long enough and i dont find it very hard to write 10 lines so im gana spit my verse and good luck jus get it in befor the yrs over thats all i ask, well good luck


hes lickin his lips for saliva, bitch is goin down hill like "calvin cline"
this battles mine, u need precription glasses cuz this shit so fine
this bitch talkin likes he oldschool, and hes gangsta
quick to pick up his peice, and if u was his mom, quick to bang-ya
im cuttin u down like they did in ur circumcision, but ill leave a stub like they jus left u a vision
as i wrote i made the decision, to leave u like the docters left ya, bare, ur life will need reliven
ur as whack as that show driven, but u wanna be on MTV made
ur gana be 35 yrs past ten, and ur goal on MTV is to get laid
uve been on ur back many times but not anything good
many times uve been knocked out cuz u belong "in da hood"
ur one of those southern rap chaps sippin there syrup, eatin flap jacks this bitch beter leave
pretended there paul bunyan, ur nuttin but a tall tale, all ur success stories are "make-beleive"

not my faverite shit in the worlds but it will due

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