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Penny For Your Thoughts(Minus Diss)
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Joel Venom
Deific Inc

Wed Jul 22, 2009
HipHop : Battles/Disses
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he took a second take to dice me
but his delivery was way below expactions to fight clean
he said he's rusty when he writes dreams
maybe cuz his skins like silly puddy so minus bounces to his bike team
i think its funny how you might seem warlike
sure right i can actually see what your songs spite
the froad type literally on site for more than a month
claiming he'd quit the the game to ride and whip the corners for fun
you portable bum i cant believe this manatee tried
to dip the canvas scrambling dead with a plan to revive
his diet scams have reclined this giant man just replies
to dnyce when they drive along like why'd you hand me the fries?
i just want the burger badly,and the proper supporter
besides my chin resembles ripples from a rock in the water
forget your obstabcled aura,the kid is cosmic in horror
someone get this monkey off my back b*** i do not look like dora

now to breakdown your fatal actions that have achened me so
ya attires a shirt and tie..to secret agency clothes
which meens im basically dope so dont try spit rude now
when you soft on the mic sounding like bear in the big blue house
whispering disses to liften your wishes illiterate misfit
quit it at least give us some type of considerate liquid
ya wack! tho it doesnt match cuz you chat with such emphasis
relax eat ya ruffled chips and sit back until dinner gets
served across the table unstable.. b*** how you run the globe
everything you put out is baloney call em lunchables
its not my fault your gimmiced lines dont succeed
when ya fat ass is only out of this world cuz you use a meteor belt to tighten ya jeans
and im suprised of how you f*** ed your wife
because she told me just to cut of your circulation i'd have to mound a butter knife
but remember your ruggid right? then sift ether and crush me dawg
cept u couldnt cause a death blow if the reaper had sucked me off