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just cus u from the bronx, doesnt mean u know the lox //
imma grab ur fake locks, while u get ur lunch box //
thinkin u gonna eat this emcee, when u type ur entry //
better be nice to me, cus i got my desert e'z //
u fake thuggin, all i hear is u mumblin //
get off these nuts, before u feel these shots vibratin //
i use my 500th post to kill u //
there aint no other hoes that wanna be wit u //
so take a whiz wit that kid, and take a break from this diss//
just as u put it, u know what it is //
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