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What happened to the best now, you fake dawg
your stage is graveyard, rapping to a dead crowd.
But your hardley right, who you think you test now
call me bobby knight, the way i bring the techs out
so hold your position, the gold that im spitting
is hard for anyone to see, it aint restoring your vision
so stop your moaning and bitching
cause this kid boring, im snoring, im hoping he destorying adobe audition
you couldn't even sign with wack ass labels
taking half a mil, to black jack tables, and couldn't grab a deal.
lame ass cocksucka, spittin the same trash
call me blockbuster, im bringing the game back
but time after time, this guy is lie
nims they enviroemnt, recycling lines, when he's writing his rhymes
you seem pathetic, you went on to your knees beggin
a homeless kid for a mastercard, thinkin its street credit
CMON RYAN, acting all tough for these women
until you were toss to jail for 3 minutes, and then u started crying
YOU A BITCH FAM, and i know you homeless
cause this poor kid is living off of the bench, like a sixth man
I aint passing up, a fast buck
you heard that this tournement mine, im murdering guys into the last punk
This WACK FUCK, couldnt hold his own
so go to your mobile home, hold a cordless phone into to your bathtub
talking all big, you got caught in fib
cause if a bitch talk to nim, she wanna jump off a bridge MAN.
you roll as solider, when you holding your modem
prolly got computer tattoos, laying over your shoulder FAGGOT
i had hope for the kid
but i know u were hoping to sleep over d.omens when over his crib.
YOU AINT MAKIN NO DOUGH
FUCKIN, don't listen to nimrods radio SHOW.
if u wanna hear a dope show playing live
8-10 on tuesdays, with my niccas wird and hibe
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