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now im jus tryin to get enough characters............................. blah....blah....blah

wun

Count me in this joint; puff, puff, give so long as I live
Keep chumps choked like they talkin' to an IRS representative
Intense taxing in the text compels you to pay your dues
But even if all votes come in your favor, Admin decides if you lose Prepared to be tenderized and fried with your pride intact barely
Unless you get two other suckateers in here to triple-team me fairly

Since you're so familiar with pairs, 2 and 2 will be nothin' new
Your name's a misnomer like Tupac; you only have half the balls I do
Outlaw you ain't so when the beef cooks you faint
Feedin you D-I-C-K souffle when I slam you in the paint
You should be fuckin' reluctant to let your second class spit spray
Pussyfootin' coward, you're more Yela than NWA's DJ
With one mic and twenty-four hours I have the power to rule
Yet the same tool in the hands of this fool is miniscule
My bad dude, you could use an ego booster from the line of work you're used to
Since you suck more cock than an airlock full of roosters
Your style is softer than a day old bowl of soggy rice krispies
Be it mutilation or ejaculation, for you they came too quickly
Bitch I'll backsmack dem lips with the roken benglish and extiguish
Any premise your pussy rhymes don't get licked all the time like cunnilingus
Shiiit, us sharing the same stage is a blatant pagan sacrament
Deuce vs. KarteBlanche should read: Bedpan vs. Incontinent
Ironic; with your outdated methods you couldn't write for JJ Fad
Yet Spike Lee wants you in his new movie - The Summer of Sad
It's bad when you wake up from a one night stand next to a moose
Worser still, when she pays for the sex she says her son's name is Deuce
What's the use? you're supposed to be the best in the whole incest colony
To think I can fix you with this lyrical labotomy is a mutherfuckin fallacy
Your propaganda is promoted like a truly devoted cult member
A regime full of rap cleptomaniacs and repeat sex offenders
I get felonious on petty crooks, you ain't ready for general pop
You'd rather rat out cats in your mob and give blowjobs to the cops
How many kids must I molest before yawl send me some game?
These dirty bastards are all alike: same punks, different names
Take it like your homies Neil & Bob (gulp!), don't let your pride stand in the way
Cuz when I unload you're getting a facial worse than Jam Master Jay.