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As far as hard goes this dyck kids moist
Just a little fuckin white boy with a high pitch voice
Beef clearer’s like me ain’t gonna stop violence
But you breathing on audios like you got bronchitis
Talk bout religions – your prayers I took them
Wait a second your favourite ball players Muslim
I could spit bout your birth place and new shit hoe
But this Irish kid knows all the stupid jokes
Beefing proves you don’t always think
Coz when you gamble with your life the house always wins
I don’t deal with gay damaged kids
But que ain’t offended he believes in gay marriages
Nerd stealing crew names from rap network
Oops I’ve smashed another gassed Fred durst
Seriously what you know bout picking the right choice
What you know bout your fam getting murdered by white boys
What you know bout working hard to earn a living
Coz you live of family funds that nerds have stepped in
What you know bout a personal great depression
Coz you the only albino on my case just stressing
Rich kids gaze left at the back of your skull
Kid acting fool - where else you been slapping your bull
The white Al pacino is really a Al Pinocchio
But really his whole family loves performing at rodeos
Trying to spit like em where you swaging and shit
Spitting like a gurl running with a bag on your clit
And now that jay’s gone your needing to retire
Shit I’ll have roc fans breathing through the wire
Let me tell you what kind of change Que has
blood rushes to his face whenever dudes mad
His body turns blue whenever he gets cold
And his face turns red whenever he gets told
Kid turns green when he vomits and sheds led
And his complexion turns grey when he’s on his death bed
And I’m suppose to be coloured – fuck that
No four leaf clover - where the fucks your luck at
Why you excited this doesn’t involve handcuffs
It’s over bitch coz Sb’s shop just went bankrupt
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Don’t think forgot bout that man in the shelters
Big ear’d mutha fucka looking like santa’s helper
I will blast waves at your torn chest
Fuck a forehead your hair starts halfway up your cortex
Bug me your domeless – love me your toneless
Damn I didn’t know ugly was homeless
I’ll slam you – you know the I act right
So I slap your son and pull out his glass eye
Wrestling with lil boys man this shit is hopeless
And he prolly pushes up on the lil kids he coaches
Look its vanilla ice in a spandex suit
And he’s running round the block with his hands let loose
You know the kid do like to spark sensors
But Im’a end this coz I’ve just served this bartender
Kids got they asses dissmissed
Que you cook - go stir up another fuckin shit list
It’s over
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