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checkin in

I spit rapid fire like a teck i put the 2 greatest to rest//
U can't pass me like a test u can't rip me like my vest//
I got flow u got shit I get pussy u wish for little dick//
I got high shots low blows and those middle hits//
my rhymes are so hot iz like i'm chewin lit tobacco//
I can't talk about u girl cuz i don't lick-fat-hoes//
I know ur starvin "bittin bars" and "suckin dick"//
If ur dat hungry juz eat my dust u fuckin bitch//
I hear u battlin for the first fuckin time not-me//
Iz juz some nigga crashed Rb juz to knock-me//
Why u stealin my style is the real situation that/
I give "smack" to my punches send u makin raps//
or writtens no more battle for this fuckin fagot//
I make crazy mad I change moods like black magic//

hey soldja, i thought your mother told ya to be nice to hoes//
if she heard what you jus said she would break your fuckin toes//
i would laugh then punch you in the nose, bleeding uncontrolably//
have ya running around screaming horibly, till your legs collapse//
your heart goes into cardiac arrest, paramedics pounding on your chest//
sticks a needle in your vein, as your mind starts going insane//
doc ask me why's this man bout ta die? so i tell him//
shit the guy never licked the fat bitches what do you expect//
i guess thats why im in a line up as the number one suspect//

sorry that was shitty but i was in a hurry and i have to go now, vote how you like, cuz i didnt try and this doesnt matter to me now.