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I’m beating my opponent til he’s saying “owchie, it hurts!”
Girls only have profane in they mouth when they curse
Do ya’ll see who I’m battling? Cat’s face needs an overhaul
His afro has holes and all, his head looks like a bowling ball
..Oh my lord, pro’s a tub of fat lard
I’ll set fire to his goat, not the one on his face man, the one in his backyard
You bastard, how you gonna act like you can rap hard
I caught this bitch in the gay district wearing leotards
You retard, you should beware of loki
He’ll put the medal to your chest like an awards ceremony
Ya barely know me, but back to pain, I smack profane
The only time I. M. wack is when I tell you that on AIM
In fact, dog, you need to give my nuts and the net a rest
Telling me on AIM “you are ill” like a web address
I belittle ya best, riddle ya vest with shots fillin ya chest
Ya wouldn’t receive top billing getting head while delivering checks
I’m killin ya text, the talent sniper, the balanced viper
Sending this pipsqueak up shit’s creek, without a diaper
He’s dark as fuck, ya’ll can see his pic right?
The bottom half of his face is missing, no wonder he can’t spit right
Stupid bitch, you should be hooked up to a crucifix
For actin a fool like ludacris in 2 fast 2 furious
Who am I battling again? Profane, oh yea, he’s a dork
Don’t even have to flip his name unless I said ENAFORP
There’s a pic of you in the dictionary to show what a pachyderm is
And you love bestiality, mounting animals like taxidermists
Uh…the plot thickens like a landfill
I’ll fuckin, I’ll fuckin, grab ya face and shove it in an army ant hill
Ill readjust your attitude
The only special delivery you get is my fucking rap to you
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