sry ma computer kicked me off then was gay
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Slicin up Master Cards is the only way yu Cut MC’s/
ya rhymes throw the end of the alphabet at RB they way we all catch Z's/
Yo I Disperse-herses, plague you with the worst-curses/
You got limp'-verses like imitating Fred Durst on-purpose/
Im lyrically Start-Jumping with mics strapped tight to my head to keep my Rhymes-Pumping/
Your ill..syke, ya aint Tight your so shyt dawg even your lines-are-dumping/
Cuz just like faulty carpenters, his skills don’t measure up/
Like a prostitute with no eyes, he's blind at the fact he sucks/
His bloods gushin, claimin to be hard and now he got a ripped stomach/
Since the only Piece he ever held...was a 9 of 'McNuggets'/