j dubya dont got the heat to take what i can handle/
his rhymes are all gay and not at all lyrical/
he cant mix and match what he speaks/
the rhymes he speaks are made by geeks who do nothin but fuck themselves for weeks/
took this bitch and gave him a concussion/
punched him in the forhead and left a mark like he had a religion/
i sneak on this bitch with night vision and knock him down like a collission/
gave this bitch fatigue that knocked him out of his league cause all the shit he had was so bad you couldnt critique and was shut down/
smacked him like a clown wearin a clown nose/
guy fucked him up cause he looked like a hoe/
he cant even flow to the shit thaat cant be able to elevate/
left him down easily cause this bitch has no weight/
he skinny and weak like a feather/
torn apart faster before chingy said right thurr/
crushed him into pieces and diminished all the shit he had released/
ate this bitches rhymes before they were spoken like im the beast/

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- michael jordan

I am gonna be what i wanna be, but not just what i wanna be but what i am.

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