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You aren't gonna beat me at this man
First thing that beat you 'sides me was your right hand
If you wanna learn how ta be ill I'll teach you the ropes
Libra, huggin heroin needles is the only way you'll be closer to dope
Pick up some other hobby, when you spit you're a slob
You got fired from the sperm bank for drinkin on da job
I'd beat you very quickly and show you no quarter
The ish you're droppin is fruitier than citrus orchards
I got this match locked like death row convicts in the state pen
At the sound of jail you smile, touching your toes to bend
I'll son you for fun, think you'll be par? you're askin for trouble
Pssshh... punk reached for great expectations and pulled a muscle
We can keep doing this if you want, but this is what I do. I'll just think of some new stuff to make people go "Daaaaamn!"
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