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Ya flow is repetative, At the end of ya sentences
Im sencin that when you spit yur a lil bit hesitent
Stutterin Punk, All you do is jumble words up
you tryin to turn rap into a Board Game? Ya dumb ass slut
Lucky me I already beat you once Remember
Im Still droppin ya faster than Shows on the Warner Bros Network
I question The matter at hand in fights
Is he really black?
Well his girl was talkin bout his small dick last Night
So Im inclined to think hes lien in Fact
Im lookin back on that time he told everyone that he could really rap
So he might be a pathological Cat whose in love with
a false truth
Now I gotta leave em with a false tooth
Small dude, This gangtsa thinks hes a real G
So Im leavin this Bitch with a hole in the middle like a CD
Believe me Im sick of this Fake Cant you tell
I wanna take a piss on his face worse then Dave Chappelle
I wonder how you beat thousands of other sperm in the race
You musta been product of Premature ejaculation
Cuz Theres no other way you coulda been saved to make it
But hey, now I know yur moms liein when she said, I Faked it!
Outdated The Whole Project Mayhem Is Sick
You all suck like the Style of Rap yall were goin for is Shit
Like I mean Literall shit, Yall a bunch of lil Punks
I bet you all cried durin the Movie when the Titanic Sunk
Panic sets in fast, I pop em quick
If Letterman ranked the Rappers, Guess who wouldnt be in the Top Ten List
So go nutz kid, But hes not Mad forever
at the end of the day This Gay knows that B and Boys will always go together
puttin him back into wack placement
Raps in a cellar then tells everyone he was flowin in the basement
And Tiggas face went, DAAAAM, This kid can really Rap
A gift man the bow is so tight I cant get it out the package
That aint Factious and were happy when this man Second guesses
As his Mind changes we anticipate the new one to be more impressive
Fuck this ape, How can you eat me with a decongestent
Your only here cuz Peanut Prizes Inspire monkey constestents
Relentless when its time to spit
Your chances of winnin are Like Ja Rule askin to Babysit Ems Kid
I flip yur Lid, Im also poppin yur top
More than People with lifetime supplies of Pringles, The fun just dont stop
Coppin out fa sho, Dog you outa luck
Ya verse is gettin topped like tall golfers swinging with short clubs
Fuckin Dumb shit, Ya thoughts aint worth 2 cents
If anyone wants to build an idiot well use List as the Blueprint
This fools bent, I battle for free But Im against it
Cuz the last time I saw your kind, I had to Pay Admission
Judge List not knowin who he is in his very own Life
But after peepin ya tracks, I know yur not the stereo Type...
