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August 25, 2004
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-"The OC" was a non-popular tv show on FOX, Sub is a member of the crew "OC"
-In the battle Vs Neyedus, Sub said "Leave you heartless like the Lion in Kansas" but we all know the Scarecrows the one with no heart
:10 I fight whacks for fun, you'll get smacked with guns, till I *strip this kid of his pride* like *mike jackson does*...
are you a fag or what? cause I dont rap with minors, have this kid *fallin off the web* like *unbalanced spiders*...
you should retire, unleashin fair blows, the lion and neyedus have no heart? well your the scarecrow...
as these dares fold, choke this porn killa till hes blue, someone throw this g-unit guerilla in a zoo...
RS will bust at you, cause this man is better, substance09? the numbers remind me of your battle record...
smacked for steppin, reveal glocks and c4's, *nobody likes the OC* like the *FOX TV show*...
lock ya knees hoe, try and send me eight rounds, your *swings are still nothin* like playin on *empty playgrounds*...
cant escape sounds, your seeing fucking clips you bitch, you probably *bite more words* then *hungry publicists*...
have you duckin it, take away this nothin gay's fame, cause I'd *perfer tubby's cause *Sub's Way's lame*...
fuck this game, cause I'll fight with glocks mean, and put some *cool heat to your skin* like *icy hot cream*...
I'll rock ya dreams, while I'm buryin dead foes, and puttin the *metal in ya ear* like your *wearin ya head phones*...kid...
1:12
I'm foldin up ya crew, till ya dont know what to do, putting *bombs in ya photos* just to *blow you out the booth*...
choke you with a noose, cause bruh there aint no use, decapitate ya spine till its broken in two...
as the pump blasts, I better see you run fast, *take ya legs out in class* just to *erase subs-stance*...
your whack off bars, I'll leave you trapped on mars, and *shatter ya luck* like *rippin flash off cards*...
cause this games over, Im murking this gay flower, and i'm *shootin out heat* but not wit *flame throwers*...
You wasnt told right, just another dick from goldmic, who needs to practice up to par to get his flows right...
fix your breast allignment kid, the techs and nines will snitch, liken 'banks', with your neck all 'smilin' and shit...
I'm exposin somethin, the blades will roll through cuttin, but like *low battery cell phones* your *tones are nothin*...
