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IP:
Your Punches Werent There, They Were Comin Poorly..
Were You Dissin Me, Or Writing A Fukin Story..
This Kid Commitin Sins You Can Find His Ass Hidden In Churches..
I Kill This Kid With Keystyles, While He Takin Years To Produce Pre Written Verses..
His Crew Is Suppose To Be ILL But To Get Members He Has To Mention Them In Every Battle..
You Gay Bandits Betta Quit Rappin And Go Back To Roundin Up Cattle..(the sig)
This Kid A Thugged Out Dick Ryder Why You Even Think Of Flossin..
He Doesnt Have A Chance To Be Ill, Even If Ya Rolled In Toxins..
The Crew Reckons That If You Join They'll Make You Famous..
Them Bunch Of Pricks Are So Wack They'll Only Make You Nameless..
Another Target To Trap, Leave His Parents Crying Like He Got Kidnapped..
He Rode So Many Dicks He Knows The Sizes Of Jockstraps..
Why You Wan Battle Me Cause I'll Jus Hand You A Loss Cause My Punches Come Harder Than You Havin Constipation..
Cause You Gave Me The Free Win I'll Give You A Free Ticket Of Appretiation..
Couldnt Win If You Had Spotless Raps So Watch As I Sneeze As The Windex Lingers..
You Makin Pointless Verses Like He Typin Without His Index Fingers..
You Fukin Weak..Punches Leavin You Unable To Speak..
Lable This GEEK...As The Wackest Freak..Cause All Your Punches That Landed Were Fukin Cheap..
Come Here With That Wack Verse Actin Like You Have Swell Hits..
I'll Punch You Upside Tha Head So Hard You Wont Be Able To Spell Wits..
He Aint Even Got A Problem Being Merked..He Must Be Used To It Cause He Plainly Shit..
After I Merk You 5-0, I Hope This Is The Last Time I See This Bitch Spit..
Man No One Cares About Your Name..You In The Wrong Game..
You Lame..So Turn Your Ass Over And Hang-Ya-Self Wid Shame..
My Last Line So Lets Make This Hurt...All My Punches Worked..
^^^Thats Word..SO PARALLEX PREPARED TO BE MERKED..
UPPIN FOR VOTES
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