Muthaphukka, , what the hell is that bull$h!t, Jixi
You must live in FagsVille, where like none of the chicks be.
You're wack, fool, your rhymes stink like a wino's vomit
And if I find your book o' lyrics, I gonna burn or bomb it.
What you doing here? Your shyt's taking up valuable webspace
What's in your head? Space. What's in your bed? Gays.
I spit cyanide... persistantly killin you wee fags
You're spittin pure balls, cos you're constantly tea bagged
Go on, call me homophobic! Man I ain't scared of my home,
Perhaps you rhyme better with my D-Eagle at your dome......

*CLACK CLACK*!!!

maybe not......

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