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I'm sprayin rounds of bullets, blastin your avatar and icon
To make a 'holy Deadly Weapon' like the cross that Jesus died on
Your verses suck, full of flipped lines, how's this plagerist drop?
"Re-cycle" like Chinese bike messengers explaining their job
Next week, I'll be ranked 4, ain't no way this kid's sonnin me
He'll be deader than Jack Ritter, and I'll be in "Three's Company"
I ain't leavin no escape routes, so faggot, what chu gonna do next?
While ya 'face in' the 'Rock Bottom'... Like givin People's Champ a suplex...
You fishing for some votes? Well sorry son, you won't be eatin
Cuz with your weak lines and hooks, all you'll be catchin is a beatin
'Punk-chu-hatian' ain't a question... And that ain't meant to be funny
I use my periods to end statements... This bitch use his to act grumpy
You was six down from the top spot, within reach of the crown
Till I dropped you out of the top 10... and six feet into the ground
Your technique is weak and flimsy, it's like you wrote the Book of Wack
Meanwhile, I'll burn and roast you... My Tekneek is cookin cats.
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We done faced drama before
Ray Ocean went off to war
George tryna kill off the next shit
's why I voted for Gore
Last edited by JOWELZ; 10-10-2003 at 04:24 PM.
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