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Yo,
I was ready for a mental war, man
Y'all got me battlin' a gallon of gas (exon) and a metalcore band (atreyu)
These nerds can do the math, but they'll never be Hoffa
So I serve these damn posers on a trey you can eat off of
When Atreyu raps, our attention's undivided
Not 'cause he's dope, but 'cause his gender's undecided
I'm rapping circles around this clone
'Cause a metalhead rapping got system of a down syndrome
You really think your shit's affecting me?
Atreyu belongs with Jack Black looking for the Pick of Destiny
And exon couldn't beat me if he tried to be half as mean
'Cause every day he gets his ass pumped by 93 gasoline
You just fodder for the cows, like silage
And go back to the pump, 'cause your ass gets low gas mileage
I'll take your girl to my bed and have sex on that
And then I'll skeet on her chest and leave an X on that
She slapped my stick so hard, it compares to Gordie Howe
And that should let you know she's my territory now
When this battle ends, I'll knock this king off his noble throne
But at least you'll always have pride in your exon mobile home
Last edited by Gopher D'Gusto; 11-07-2009 at 04:45 PM.
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