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the best/
with finesse/
Zuch aint ghost for anyone..he'll never astound with pencils..
only dudes usin Chie for smashing bars...live in the shaolin temples..
cant show your straight and i've never seen you provin you dope..
if he no-shows..he prolly tied up..and his b/f wont loosen the ropes..
you know ful well that im ill duke..now im exploiting this geek..
cuz zuchie's showing signs of illness..and they all pointing to me..
face it..you wont hold the title with ya name in writing on it..
i study the Art Of Rhyme..whereas you just recycle from it..
saw you duck the other week, you'd leave if what i says too mean..
your runnin cause of a fracture..like X-ray machines...
i'll father you..i dont hate gays..but theres sumthin i cant just do..
that get over the fact..
Zuch got more sausages on his grill than a fat-joe barbeque...
i bruise with pencils, swallow so much nut..this fool is mental...
what goes around comes around..
..which is why nothing dopes ever used againt you..
call me a girl..i dont give a fuck..one look and your stoppin..so yer..
im scared to break a nail..cuz then i dunno what ta put in ya coffin..
you got bullyed as a kid,and i aint gonna be stoppin it yet..so..
keep bottling up your anger,n i'll put one to the top of ya head..
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My boo guna work the avenue...my Nat'll fuck you up if i ask her to.
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