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Oh no, another fag here we go again
Shit, the only guts you have came from Nickelodeon
But you do got a lotta balls to call me out
All in your mouth, I don’t hear you talkin now
It’s cool – but dude you seem awfully proud
About having the roomiest jaw found all through town
Til I punch you in the GUT to flip you all around
I’ll make you feel the TUG-of-War til you’re fallin down
And it’s awkward how, I battle someone in my crew
When the fuckin truth is I never liked you - pixel
Your rhymes too pitiful, n’ the timing is critical
But you couldn’t ride a beat if you outlined the syllables
Whewww – so let’s stop with the fables
I’m leavin you (guts) more exposed than autopsy tables
A shot on your name is gonna prove that you suck
Cuz I eat up too many emcees to lose’a gut
Pankeo don’t fret, relax kid you next
You better make like a stapler and just stick to text
I hired an assassin in Brampton to snipe ya cousin
But he mistook him for a bitch and shot his wife up or somethin
My life wasn’t fun until I knifed up some guts
Just to get through to Pankeo like he was tied to his nuts
Damn that was good even his dad’s laughing, look
I'm rippin the fuck outta Pan like my rap is Captain Hook
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