i roll haters up like mary j, then put there seeds(kids)/
under dirt like i was growin' more weed/
17 out the don city, hardcore, i get it honestly/
worth so much till harmin' me a get'chu charged for larsony/
partin' me i (w)rap tighter than a cd's plastic cover/
get old and young groupies, so you can ask your daughter or mother/
about how i get down back stage, get paid/
and put the cock so far up in 'em, it be pokin' out there ribcage/
i'm inraged but somehow this keystyle is an outrage/
roll on your block and leave spots emply(baldspot) like an inside out fade/
so i suggest you get'cha cake and your lyrical taste up/
cuz half this verses LINES prolly went over your HEAD like JD's shape up/
but i can only blame mainstream hiphop on the radio/
but lyricism is back so i had to let' 'em know/

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