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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
here we go................
This is lyricals 101 so sit down and take note, disperse my verse to slice ur throat cuz I'm spittin in reverse to rewind what you wrote :: fuck paddles, you're up this creek without a boat, must be a lyrical butcher the way i design rhymes to kill "billy goats" // 1
Cant "drive yourself" to victory cuz I put ur ass in park, my fists must be heat-seeking cuz they never seem to leave their mark :: Even if this dog bit off my verse he'd still be all bark, cuz my hits tend to blind eyes and leave bitchs like Billy in the dark // 2
Got a merk in my views, cuz my lyricals are more dedicated than the congregation inside church pews :: tryin to win is like a white guy at the apollo, you'll only get boos, cuz you spit cheaper shit than food in McDonalds Dollar Menu's // 3
I got a knak to smack wackness back, I must be cuz I'm blasting lyrical flak to erase ya tracks :: "ball-hogin" bitch keeps his eyes on guys sacks, mistimed rhymes is the only "illness" you'll contract, cuz u couldn't spit freshness if u exhaled Tic-Tacs // 4
vote on best verse................peace.
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