fuck thanksgivin kid, u lost ground faster than the Indians did
speakin of which,
...ur train of thoughts like the ‘little Injin’ that couldnt do shit
u can blame the dog, cars, obstacle courses or the fake car toy
…but none of those explain why you couldnt beat Paper, boy
ya tongue-tied like shoe laces.. so quit thinking u’ll blaze this
its over with the fat lady, and the bitch isnt singing ur praises
i go ape like king kong, on ya ass like your creepin pink thong
ur only in Ex-T cuz ya ‘rode Mud’ like the dirt street u live on
u can think a battle wit me’s more Fair than albino hair ‘n skin
but like old Michael Jackson pictures.. ya pale in comparison
everything u types fuckin pitiful, you probably even log-on sad
all ur drops are like the end of Old Yeller…cuz ya doggone bad
lol@u usin a adam n eve punch, now your verse’ll get Eden too
‘n if we banned the ‘bad-apples’ in RBL..u’d be forbidden, fruit
finishin clowns! fuck throwin it in, wipe my piss wit the towel
kids never make-out wit muh ass, but u can start kissing it now
ur like a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.

heh, g/l man..
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Wonderflow
my dick is so-long.. yours is more like hello