I was talking to Pro on AIM and we just decided to key some shit up.. Check it..

Mimesis

Rackin wins, number one.. shit yo, these kids are wack but son..
Im done holding back.. and my trips to the chiropracter are done
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Runnin shit.. gunnin kids.. gay faggots actin like i wont rip a dude
I seperate the boys from the men..
..but I got time to merk you bitches too
Flippin fools like its nothin.. while you stick laughin and slap balls
Shit.. you fags let dudes compass on you.. with no map involved
A fact yall, I spit ether, raise fevers.. u fags couldnt raise heaters
You motherfuckers will never get a gig.. kilo or megabyte either
Juse see though, I'm plain ill, while you stay stuck in the suckness
Fags, I'm Pro-pain.. why else you think we're fucking you up kids?

Propain

Fucking merk niggas! Theres no doubt Im the Idealistic Winner
Cause I'm known to serve any-body like cannibulistic dinners
I tell no lies, go else where to Learn The Fables
And I resemble DJs, the way I Turn-The-Tables
Leaving Hoes Scared, bring the heat to ya street when I Blow Flares
And like professional nudists you aint going No-Wear
I Drop Cats when I cock back and Pop Gats
And easily put a Verse between the both of us like Mortal Kombat
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Taking in flames, man Im fucking Heat Absorbing
Drop hot shit than take a bow like I was Eating Organs