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IP:
that wasn't even close to spittin, It was like vomit
dawg gone it, I'm talkin about your verse man get it gone quick
click on edit and erase the shit write I'm sorry and hit submit
just admit your shitty style and lack of wit
get with it, like you probably do with crack
your slippin like your moms horse hair track
dudes gay and doesn't want to diss me, probably'd try to kiss me
he's in his room right now bumpin britney, I flow unbableivable like ripley's
beleive it or not, your whack man I think your a cop
undercover tryna stake out my spot, study my lyrics and bite like you do a lot
k-dubb, what do ya say bub? wanna battle and drown'd in your own blood?
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