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I'm sick as fuck in the game, i battle the worst now,
you ain't passing in the first round, you ain't living up to your
name
It's a fact, this match ain't going down the wire
cause your wack, and you lacking up all the skillz that i acquire
Im the wiser man, i've tooking out the liar
call me fire man, cause im putting out that fire
Your music wired as a fuckin computer virus
played your track, and now my fuckin computer dying
This fake is soft, stop smearing all his make up off
grow a pair a balls, stop crying, and just take the loss
and your rhyme and schemes nothings like the likes of me
rapping like a time machine, jumping back to 93
you'll lose tommorrow, you ain't proving it wrong
ima call you mike modano, cause you shoot for the stars
thinking you winning, you kidden, you just used to a lose
Faggot prick, heres MAGIC TRICK, poof AND YOU GONE
listen to me, this is may day
you couldn't bring the heat, if your name was dwayne wade,
and you came with your a game
im taking this patra, i'll make this slaughter
leave your punches in a bag, like you were training a boxer
You've just waken a monster, i'll make him an offer
HOMO, gimmie 100 dolo's, and i'll no show.
This bitch is done
him winning, is like comparing eminem to nobody
his chances are slim to none
I'ma smash this cat, for talking that he packs a gat
cause he got some cracker jacks, with a lick on tattoo
and he had to ask his paps, can i put on that on too
lookin like a fuckin baboon, with bad groom
this faggots through, cause i know you got your name
from your curfew... past-one..in the fuckin afternoon
and thats a drag son, comming home from after school
1 minutes past one, your parents beat you black and blue
BIIIIIIIITCH
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