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In a matter of time, noone'll give props to this sad fagget
Joining wack crews is a habit of mine, i dropped a bad habit
A band of wackness, none have credability
It was my ego ya strokin, when ya said ya feelin me
You just seem to talk shit, i'll throw you off the top of a scenic office
You kept me up for dayz, when i mistook your rainz for a leaky faucet
You least important, i'll leave your face in scars when i lace these bars
in hiphop , it's like im horrible in limbo, i gotta raise the bar
You have no origionality, like copy cats, with your sloppy raps
When i beat you down with proper facts, you'll be screaming for your full roster back
You stay lame and spit soft,you ain't sayin' shit dawg,
Your a basic rip off,secondhand from your favorite thriftshop
So at a rapid pace,you should gravitate and get lost,
you homeless rapper,you don't even have a place in hiphop
I rap strong,quick to put the clap on a sloppy emcee,
cuz your whole image is ass,like you sat on a copy machine
Then pressed the button,so fuck what you think bitch,
Come get your wings clipped, better yet come get a pinkslip
Cuz your style's not workin',i know your bound to lose,
Like a waterslide park,all your lines start goin' down the tubes
If ya had one, losers the only word in ya vocabulary
It would've happen sooner or later, is what we heard when they found you burried
Ya just a dead MC, can’t get the best of me, but ya got me pissed
Come on dayz, your whole rap career could fit on a floppy disk
ya rap is sloppy shit, I’m hurting this dumb herb like I’m a lurking hunter
You talk it but you don’t back shit up, like hard working plumbers
When i see days rainz from a skyscraper, i'll drop on dime on it
Your cd's like your thug image, no-ones buying it
Stop it, ya awful wack to me, I'm droppin off the fact ya weak
And I put nerds on the shelf, like I stock at the wonka factory
Jump off of the big wood, cuz blood drops when I spit good
I'm the type to skin you alive, and make you walk in a crip hood
Give you low self-esteem, battle back.. ya damn hand is delt
You even hate yourself, matta' fact you can't stand yourself
Can't ya tell ya bland aswell, and a cock suckin dude,
You dirty fuck,ya man wish your clothes were as washed up as you
Ya nothing new, same old wannathug type shit
Only clique ya got is the left and right click
Fuck ABM yall could suck my dick..
