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i was bored when i done this so nothing special
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i like to bust-1-rhyme, thrust-bad-rhymes
niggas look at me and the way i gust-through-spines
take my time, to have a look at whats mine
punches to rattle through brains and they just lines
take time out of hood, bombard-through-streets
teaching rookies to rap so them retards-bring-heat
splilling sheets of blood when i rap through beats
numbers of teeth look small the way i hand out defeats
you might have a bad day nigga but you still gonna loose
you'll move bitch even if you're as fat as a moose
leaving you shocked like thunder from zues
what you gotta fight me with and you bring a bottle of juice
thought you're serious fool, know you gettin smacked by tools
take a hint and drop your ass in rhyme schools
aint no place for batty boys if you can't break rules
like not being good swimming you'll drown through pools
a kuncle full of bullets, fist to your face
leave your head on your lap cuz you looking at the ace
jabs to your jaw socket, see action with pace
brain knocked out like it was wondering in space
give my one day and bones are in dislocation
give me more and you be looking at operation
no water before a battle then you''ll have constipation
have bitches singing my name in frustration
enter a room, niggas gazing at intelligence
cuz they've had enough of your bullshit and irrelevance
you the past snitch, i'm rhyming in the present tense
talking about shit years ago, man where's your common sense
had enough of me, had enough my teachery
had enough bleeding and not being able to sleep
neck breakers and nightmares of creapers of me
cuz i've dismantled your game plan and your philosophy
