This kid f***ed up when he ran his mouth, and let it known that he lived in my City... so i had to spank that ass.. SALVDOR RUNS MYRTLE BEACH bi***ES!

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generally i dont generalize, but this kid pulled a penatly/
now tha flags will fly, offendin wut I, hold dear to my side/
his identity is sly, credibility is wut he's lackin and I/
plan to bring him to reckonin shittin on his livin a lie/
so listen close its time, to rip this fibbin scandalize hoe/
killin this faggot, leavin him so deep in the globe
he gon need whoopi to interprete his rhymes, after i make em ghost/
im tired of fiddalin wit riddalin addicted silly pitiful idiots/
f*** metaphors and idiom's, this simpleton doesn't even know wut they is
i aint want to take part, cuz this fake farce of a gay farm hand/
lame ass, makes me feel bad, its like argue'n wit a retard, damn/
why u frontin, like u gangsta, wear'n rags on ya head, c'mon mang/
i live in the same city, we dont got gangs/
u do not roll, u are not from the streets, u live on a dirt road
why do u lie, matter fact why do u screech in all of ya rhymes/
i dont understand why u reach, so hard to be sh*** u see on tv
why u gotta try to f*** wit me, i dont got time/
he acts like he's black, but there just 'WHITE LIES"/
dont rap, dont write, dont do beats, just die, stop please/
u make me want to slap the sh*** outta u wit an mpc, everytime u off beat
listen here, listen there, its called a f***in SNARE Geeze
can't u get on it, its simple can't u fathom graspin the fact of rhythm/
this isn't high stakin, its a rap rapin, ya flow is too spacious/
id wait for u to get on beat, but i ain't got that kinda patience/
u can't blaze this, sit down start spacin, away ya time face it/
u and winnin, dont match, kinda like ya name bi***/
and i dont play kid, get that ass whipped wit that thug talk
kids so white, when he dies, they'll have to outline his body in black chalk
i saw ya pictures, it made my mouth drop low/
i couldn't believe i finally found waldoooo/
call geraldo, this wigger says the n word, he's mad wack
correctin himself infront of blacks, is the only time he cover'n tracks
and i wont suffer wit trash, take this humblin rippin of ass and dash/
before i start spittin serious, and expose u equipped wit a snatch
dont get it twisted i know how to dress, im neva on the level of klash
actually i've seen the promise land, your a real thug, your not gay/
i guess i neva noticed your thuggery, u spell ya name wit a K/
isn't it cute guys, he's livin a dream, i should spell my name wit a C/
and i could be thug too, cept i dont talk out my ass like u do/
lets stop flauntin, i can see through ya fake persona
u can't rap, let alone spit a sonet, that remotely sounds honest
its like the beat is the streets and we know u ain't neva been on it/
somebody send for him, let em know he can't move me/
layin this bi*** out on a track like a old western movie/
this wigger talkin out his neck like he gonna get me clapped/
ya mom bucklin u in a van, is the only time u got a strap
so stop f***in raound, also i wanted to say thanks son/
for postin those pictures of me and that slut, but it must suck
all u do is talk bout it, i got proof that i f***/