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It's funny how a cat that you came to hold close/ Who knew
you better then most/pre-scandalous and -post/Could flip
faster then flapjacks to feed a need for dope sacks/ Fake
facts for free hits, soakin' it up like Tampax/ The
fucker's forked tongue/betrayal stung me inside/ You
crossed the fuckin' line, forced me to gather my pride/
When my world crumbled, fucker couldn't pick up the phone/
So when I began my reconstruction, I went at it alone/
Struggled to keep my head up despite the mass scandals/
How'd you turn on me dog?You n me were fellow
vandals/You couldn't hold a candle to the skills that I
possessed/ Instead, you chose to follow the failin' paths
of all the rest/ We could've came up together, you were one
of my most trusted/ But you cocroach, where were you after
I got busted?/ I may've been knocked off, but I rose up
from the hell/ You'll never share my heights from inside
your jail cell
next
I spit rhymes like a flame off a candle/
give what ya can't handle,
got ur ass comin back for samples/
and yet u ramble in the back section/
of this rap, so I'm past stressin,
ur whack so I ask questions/
who raps the best in this website?/
me, cause I get the best-hype,
make faggot's have sex right/
but next time I take away ur right to speak/
U might die this week,
doin drugs makin ur mind tweaked/
where nerve endings meet, that's where I spread infections/
u rap without protection, and I don't mean weapons/
I'm talkin about rap lessons, I'm the one to come see/
to help spread words that make gums bleed/
I sound hype cause I gave ur mom's speed,
when u were born/
U cats can't spit raps, if u can spit back/
end up with a lyrical bitch smack,so get back/
free stlyer
n hit me with a rhyme, that sounds doper than mine/
I don't care if ur Solj@1 or nine, take ur time/
I'll shine while u get ur weapons made/
I sounded doper than u when i was in the second grade/
Hear ur rap and then invade/
and penetrate ur borders, u shouldn't have cut corners/
Now ur stuck with fucked disorders, call reporters/
to investigate the scene, take a knife right to ur spleen/
While I'm takin ur green, after that I'll never been seen/
and made them shit u out without ambillical cords/
they saw how ugly u were and beat u with 2x4's/
so I warn not to step/
before I strangle ur neck,
and while ur dying point out which stranger is next!!
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