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say that sht clean as hell

premere-- I'm-a-be the hottest ish ta drop in-tha-06>All them guns you got is 'bout as good as a limp dick>Only way I play lotto is by copin' a quick pick>And fuckin you up is only gonna make my dick itch>It's funny how you wack rappers feel your self>Dog, If I was you I'd kill myself>Even if I was broke I wouldn't steel your-self>No waiter needed I can get a meal myself>your disses are kindergarden, like, "yeah that what she say">Make as much sence as bringin' beef to B.K.>And I dont think that tu-hablo-englie>No wonder that you won't ever drop-a-no singlie.

When are you motherfuckers gonna fianally wake up? You think your stackin paper in the back of your safe but... Your really gettin bent over and raped in tha butt, By some big shot executive sittin back in tha cut. He's jerkin off in his office when your record gets played, 'Cause every time he hears it, it sounds like he's gettin payed. But you smile like a jack ass while your ink-in your deal, Get interviewed by the Source and swearing to keep it real. But then you run out in the street and buy you some chrome wheels, Chrome Grillz - and a diamond wrist watch. But as time passes your the rapper that nobody feels.

check out my lyrics Yo dissin me be like dissin your self, all tha homies know I’m the source of envy and wealth, ya don’t wanna battle me cuz you will be sorry you did, I winnin this battle rap when I be bustin this, my name Fo Real and I am the lyrical P-I-M-P, trust me you don’t wanna step up to me, if you battle me you’ll get cut like confetti, so don’t even try to be dissin G, don’t even try to battle me cuz you don’t come close, I be sayin these lyrics comin from the west coast, You never seen a white rapper bustin flows like me, bustin on these rookies eating my dust in this ministry, you gotta see G that I’m all about JC, this fake right here don’t come close to me, I’m Dippin so tight that I got you trippin on my grill, got holy hustlas and playas ridin ready to make a demon kill, I don’t let these demons try to tempt me at all, This fake right here is about to bite the dust and fall, Fo Reals tha name and I destroy fake MCs on tha mic, Say I’m goin to hell well that’s a psych, I be sayin these anointed lyrics comin from tha west side, I just won this battle this fake just died

Premere, that was pretty nice. Why dont we put together something.

The other day I was makin' a rap>It was so easy, I was all like SNAP> Then I realized that sound was the burstin of my button> My pants flew off and my friends could see my bottom> I was all like whoa you take what God gives ya> But they was like we can't respek you and yo two-incha. I knew what I had to do, it wasn't very hard> I looked in my spambox and ordered a pill to enlarge> It came through the mail I took it in an instant> It didn't work though, and now I'm still not very well endowed and also short 90 dollars> SHIT I'M OUT!

what hapens when shit pop off>body parts get lost>your life is a gamble like when the coin gets tossed>I got more guns than grand theft auto>your chances of killin me are like your chances of winnin the lotto>i come hittin harder than ray lewis> but you already knew dis> and if you didnt the your clueless>plus i swing harder than sammy sosa>but if you take one step closer than this heaters gonna burn you like a toaster>i smoke til my lungs turn black>and everyday i gotta bang harder than shaq>and i got your girl bouncin in my lap>bitches talk shit and ill rip out there tongue and there tonssils>niggas get played like video game consils>tell your freinds you got me shaking>youll get a rude awakaning>next time i see you your ribs will be baking>your gonna end up deader than Big L>and when im done with you ill send your mom anthrax through the mail>sighning out bitch see you in hell

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