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Profit just lost it
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Cogito, ergo sum...
If at first you don't succeed, get high and try again. And if that bitch don't wanna fuck, then holla at her friend. Words Ta Live By From yours truly.
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Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
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Peak #2,434
Peak in subgenre #36
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November 22, 2004
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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BAT TOE MOE FOE.
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For The Slow Listeners.... How ya been, how's it going. J Profit, what's new? I thought I'd take minute just ta tell you fuck you. So when I drop this wicked shit, snitch, ya sure to be crushed. You fuckin stink, so can a cracker gedda courtesy flush? (Flush) (Spoken) That's better. Now, where was I? Oh yea. Ya verse is shit ya worthless bitch, and now I'm at ya service wit a perfect script. Assertiveness, like trick lift up ya skirt a bit. Shit is gettin hotter baby boy ya gettin daugtered, betta stay up out the water cause you swimmin wit sharks. You know that when you spittin, it has gotta be hittin, I put more punchelines in a battle track than Eminem farts. I smell ya feminine parts, you need ta scrub out ya cooter. I smell that stinky fanooter right through my Compaq computer. Ain't no way dat you can fuck wit me, unluckily, you stuck wit me. I'm droppin plastic surgery, I'll nip and fuckin tuck ya G. So suck a D. D-I-C-K. Get three VD's and die three ways. Punks ain't down to ride these days. It's all about chatter, and it's mighty gay. I'mma go to yo town, fuck holdin ya down. Toss ya lil ass 'round like a rodeo clown. You talk a lotta shit. Bet ya slow ya roll now. Sick? How's a needle fulla Polio sound? Bluffin like you tough enough. It's all a bunch of huff and puff. You busta's besta buckle up. I'm fittin ta fuckin knuckle up. I'mma snatch this puppy up by da scruff of his neck. And throw him out the back door until he learns some respect. Watch me bounce ya like the last time you tried cashin a check, And like ya momma wit her welfare, I'm about ta collect. It's no doubt that you been wrecked, what in the heck did you expect? When you make up for in stupidity what you lack in intellect. Fuck you.
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