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The fuckin illest around in Singapore
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flow aint a problem i murder and pawn em
you looking like a white ugly version of gollum
pose me the problems trust ima solve em
you can knock me out when i'm KO'ed by boredom
if rap's a career you probably never block shots
you never ever make it bitch you couldnt handle oddjobs
everybody knows rap is my passion
i bet he slits wrists when he viewing his reflection
sad that this kid here dreams of a thousand bucks
put him in the house of mirrors, death by a thousand cuts
lost to OJ but you claimed it was luck
but he sounded better bitch with a 5 buck set up
but compare her to that your mom still a cheapo
she sold her body just to send this bitch into chemo
looking real weak and i say that your wack
tell me how the fuck you wear a chain and not break your neck
aight ima try take his head off by tonight
but fuck a gulletin a butterknife will suffice
try write he couldn't find his dick and his balls
and he aint special shit, another brick in the wall (refer to pic and what he's standing against)and its true motherfucker, take him back to school
i put fin in hot soup like chinese people do
send him plans he attempts run with a boyband
only jaw he drops does belong to his boyfriend
clown around bring you down armed with the sick sound
OJ fucked and killed you, your name is nicole brown
and i'm different but i still leave you broke
if i used fake personals i'll say that you dope (refer to quote)
he came really weak but u far from the sickest
lunatock admitted it you lost to his fillers
buck em shots holy(holey) put his raps in a bible
dzk your god u aint phat(fat) like your idol
after this bitch u endanger your life
you can ask oddjob tips how to cope with suicide (finale said OJ was on suicide watch)
hardly a threat sounding sicker when you hum
and the chain that u wear almost thicker than your arms
u lost grbs funny never getting money
my punches are sick here's your [I]grand[/I] finale
