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title: fuck wit dis

verse 1: yo dog i aint ya average cracka/im mad wacka, bitch smacka, mc attacka/u just a sacka, bullshit, u pullshit, but aint nuttin wurk/ima drive u bizerk, i luv how ya twerk/ima fuckin jerk, my views r inconcievealbe/my flowz is unbeliveable, i recieve a full, blown attack/then respond right tha fuck back/ppl call me a wannabe, but i wanna see, n e muthafucka that can do dis betta/ya kno, spit flowz that r wetta/ya see, ima go getta, if i have 2, ill tear u up like papper thru a shredda// my flowz is so wet when i spit u need a poncho/ill do anything to prove im tha head honco/ill crack whips, shut htem lips, i bust enuff clips, 2 sink crusie ships, floatin on tha ocean/shit once tha rhymes is in motion, i create a magic potion/an evil spell like hocus pocus, when this happends u cant focus/its hopeless, and thats y im tha dopest/

chorus: x2 yall dont wanna fuck wit dis, yall dont wanna fuck wit dis, yall dont wanna fuck wit dis, i wouldnt want to fuck wit dis/

verse 2: when i write raps, its like an evil guiness schemin, i jus strait unleash my inner demon/ now u at knife point screamin/wanna b as ill as me? shit fool, keep dreamin/u cant fuck wit dis like a bitch wit dick long hard an fulla semen/like a fuckin submerine, ahoy captian, down parascope/look thru and thers tha dope, mc who bears tha rope/4 which u gon b strangled, leave ur ass dangled/inside my web u now entangled, jus waitin 2 get mangled/and now matta wat, only one of us is gon be under ground six feet/u r wat u eat, if thats true, then ima pussy/go ahead and push me, ill strait beat ya ass til ya mushy/im comin at cha fasta than a stampedin herd a bison/trample ya, now it looks like ya ass wuz whooped my tyson/im slicin and dicin, cut u again once or twice and/a third time 4 tha fuck it cuz u wont mind ya own damn bizness/wat is this? original, so ho dont even try 2 fuckin copy this, unless u want 2 get beat down again wit hockey sticks/im one of them cocky dicks, makin ya sweat, cuz ur flows sloppy bitch/

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verse 3: ima crush ur pansy ass like a can of aluminium/ and wat about ya crew and them? ima strait put two in'em, and ya bitches? yea im screwin'em/doin'em, in jacuzzius, makin movies, get done then go wit my boys up tha club bustin uzis/bang bang bitch, im ya kryptonite/2 godamn quick 2 fight, if ya follow tha script jus right/ull find out i come fully equiped 2nite/2 put u in a crypt, aiight? dont need no reason im jus strait colda than tha artic/im always tha one 2 start shit, jack everything u own and sell it own tha black market/in my spare time i get higher than a magic carpet/and spit flowz that be tighta than a snake grip/honestly dog, im gettin sicka ya fake shit, its funny cuz at tha same time u also cant seem to take it/tha fact that in reality aint kno on earth can bust this, censership cops hand cuff this, i can see y aint kno one can trust this/this aint poetic justice, its just this/say wat? state a tha art like tha second playstation/moldin faggots like ya self like claymation, calculate it and end up fulla frustration/u cant erase it, face it, 4 dis there just aint no imatation/biotch

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