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Flyweight
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IP:
you justa fake gangsta wit a gay name like yung thugga...
trigga busta? naw, the only thing u 'squeeze' is ya balls into ya 'nut huggas'//
yeah ya whitey-tighties, well atleast somthins tight finally...
but you couldnt be close to vet status if you were standin right by me//
ya verses are 'far from flowing', you must rap-in-locations like the 'desert plains of african-nations'...
me battlin you is like surgeons who take advantage of patients(rape), i 'cum so hard' i leave ya fuckin 'abdomen achein'//
i 'erupt in ya gut' as 'hot cum' pours out this slut like 'genetic magma'...
you shoulda read the wrappa, it must say magnum otherwise its breaks and i getta bust in yo crappa//
ima 'licensed rapper' no 'fake IDs' and im already sick so i dont need your HIV...
id rather fuck you wit the way i free, wit wits and sharp spits that go way down deep//
i can 'lay down heat' like an 'electric blanket' while you cant even start a fire cuz youre extra ancient...
the only way you 'generate heat' is by graspin yo meat and commensing to 'spank it'//
young thug? you obviously a 'tough gangsta' but is that all you do?...
bitch you aint shit, ive been 'hard for so long' more than just my 'balls are blue'//
i wasnt callin you, so why'd you step up to get served DAMN YOURE ONE STUPID HERB!... you probably just frontin as thuggin when you nuttin but a geeked out computer nerd//
my use of words and abusive verse shows that my thoughts are deadly...
my magic text is like big pun havin sex cuz my spits are hot n heavy//
but youre light, aint that right, you just a bitch wit no fame...
shit it even says it under ya avy, right there by yo name//
i spit propane while my brain sparks flames that ignite infernos..
that reside internal with external- life, a fire that remains hot and and stays burning bright//
i know i went 1 bar over, o well , go ahead and do 11 barz if you want...you got 24 hours or your DQ'd
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