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Originally posted by Richard Corey
Leave him fuckin’ gasping, barbwire noose hung under fat trees
And you’ll choke worse than I did against Oneduh last week
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Nice opener, bitch, but sorry, I liked it better when I did it
Plus I lost more title matches than ya ass has been in
With graphic writtens I’ll Orchestrate your murder with ill ebonics
And so many instruments of death the kid’ll ‘Feel Harmonic’
real demonic! Loadin’ up, expose ya melon like Cornucopias
Syn’s always beside himself… proudly conquoring homophobia
When I turn syn into dust, he’s still bound to get stomped on
'Till his dickriders worship the damn ground that I walk on
Ya mouth hasn’t got the message, you’re style’s mired in flaws,
I’ll send punches and lyrical telegrams… and wire your jaw
You admire the raw fire I draw to clench wins in this venue
I’ll beat the-sis, the mom, the aunt and any other bitch that’s in you!
… I’ll drop you into the bottom 51, I know it sounds so tragic
but we all know 50 don’t feel comfortable around you faggot
This maggot’s town’s a soap opera, where’s the angst from?
Fuck the OC! Now Melrose Place…that was gangsta!
"O Dub Road!" I’ll keep posers out, the geek’s uruley
So OC’ll hit the big screen… and I don’t mean the movie
I could ask did I (a)Win (b) Lose or (c) Dust this bastard?
But like ya bars…anyting in the middle’s short and doen’t matter
*Yes, I used lines from my no-show last week