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my rhymes are tight and fresh, poppin at you like wine corks
...your rhymes are loose and rotten, like the pussy of a dike's corpse

they hate-your-rhymes, ill add one more loss to that six of yours
...so you'll make em "pay-the-price" with"raedar's body now in stores"

my "rhymes will flatten the gas pedal", runnin over you, coloring concrete with blood-stripes...
its like a reverse thing, cause my "foot could physically beat your rhymes"

thats when i fucked your mom so deep, my dick went through her stomach
Wendy's doesnt go well with my dick...the fat bitch loves chicken nuggets...

my verse is passionate, it will make your eyes frantic..your lines wouldnt be deep, if they were glued to the titanic

im done with the verse. my rhymes are like your period, girl...
cuz i know it hurts, but seven losses aint the end of the world

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