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Lyrics Not Only Killin Me, He Havin The Reader's So Bored They Leavin in a Hearse
I Don't Know Whats Worse His Structure, Or Punches, Bitch Is Suppose To Battle Herb's First
This Whiga Sure Can Rhyme, But His Time On My Clock Has Ended
Hey Rappin Like Coolio is a Definite To Get His Street Credit Dented
But I must Give Pity To This Noob Who Can't Speak it
So I Shoved a Dictionary Into His Brain, And He Still Spit's Lines That Don't Mean Shit
He Got Himself Stuck In This Mess And There's No Way Around
Hit Him With These Punches And A New Mental Disease Was Found
This Battled Ended With His First Line, But His Effort Was Classic
To Bad When I Said Lets Duel, He Brought A Gun Made of Plastic