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ok yall herd what he said
but me i dont understand it
so i got nerve be fed i love
nice tricks from a dike bitch
that aint a light twitch
and to get his life fixed
ok talkin bout poets
nigga i flow it
so to the rest of yall that dont know it
i dont write so bad on lyrics then blow it
hes like riped in half jacket he want some oen to soe it
and wacth what chu sayin son
cause this aint no playin one
he be the claimin one aim in one
that came for miles and miles to leave you with a hangin lung
and if he fell to slug me
then hes pale and ugly
scared little bytch to waste a clip
cause hes soft like telli tubies |