ayo wat the fuck are u rappin on rb still... shoud be thinking about quiting... your getting to old now/
my rapping skill weekens newbies... like numbs bones breaking them down/
the niggas a waste of space and time... think about making a new celebration retirement/
because your shitty rhymes get shiffted- away, like there being sweeped by a dust-pan-and-brush/
rush away now... go play with your sister wearing a thong/
u get arroused by it... acting like a transvestite/
this guy needs a job... instead of bein unemployed with no money to eat/
eats his own garbage... cuz he getting anerexic... cuz he's so weeded... cuz he's past the age of teens/
stress... is makin you depressed... like you need someone in your comany/
your dad partisipated... to be your new girlfiend, givin him blow jobs and anal sex/

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yo yo yo, i am like tupac cuz of rhymez/
and lyrikaly i can beat-you-up-criminally//
i am a killer and you cant sway me/
because man brendas got a baby// (dope)
can u imagine me being less then the dopest man/~
hell no dawg, cuz im almost as dope as 50 cent man//