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hey dog. p.diddy made a band, but he cant make-a-winner/
how you gona say you a man, and not even pay-fa-dinner//
im scorchin-this-rookie, get torched-in-a-hoody/
mother thought bout abortin-this-pussy, cuz he couldnt be hard if he was forcin-a-woody//
fuck fortunes-in-cookies, man i fuckin hate chinese-food/
you'd still be half tha man i am if you was siamese-dude(s)//
my rhymes like unexpected over flows, the floods-be-uncertain/
seriously, this "pussy is tight"..damn you must-be-a-virgin//
eryone wanna fuckin die here? follow-tha-leader/
he wouldnt spit hot if he threw up after i made em swallow-a-heater//
bomb-shell just wants-hell, so his flows-hot/
your not-swell, and flaunt-Ls, i leave this hoe-shocked//