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the only fan you got is when you swing your arm in a circle
I'll have you laughin at yourself until your face turns purple
I'd say suck my dick, but you always got your own in your jaw
that leaves plenty of room, but I never share when hittin it raw
I see you slippin and bust a CAP - CALM, like nobody saw
you better hope they don't, you might get away with a draw
You're like people at the self-serve pump, gassin yourself up
your dick's to small to hold pants, better fasten your belt up
it looks funny when you sag and the crack is up in the front
next time you battle me, better prepare your verse for months
I make you nautious, so there's no way you could eat me up
I have you dyin off my shit like your name was Luke Keemia


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