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get out my atmosphere with that second grade flow
he rhyme like a childrens book, with punchlines that blow
he aint a skilled lyricist, got miles to go
thinkin that he on point, he really mentally slow
im on point like pyrmid tips, im so sharp
this cat got a pussy, while i got a heart
u like dicks on ur face, i make your girl twat fart
i know that hes weak, i seent it from the start
understand something cunt, this music is buisness
your wack and im not, thats the big difference
im everying u wanna be, let me give u an instance
i lamp wit the females,while you put ur own dick up in stitches
b u cant top me, u might as well quit
dog u cant stop me, on songs i take shits
you might as well coppy, this higher level of spit
however this is me sloppy, fag go suck a dick
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