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"You're all Actors - wordplay flex..."
10-16-2004

i’d say that I respect ya stuff, except ya suck
‘n its time i separate the actors from the reel like director cuts

u read my shit ‘n think of Sharon Stone,
………cuz sharon stones hot ‘n so is this rap
I read ur shit ‘n I think of Sharon Stones,
……….with everyone else to throw at ur ass

::ahem::

I’d help most of u improve, if you didnt turn to bitches
but u’ll be learning quick kids
dissing me is like lighting Jeff on fire, burning Bridges
and after i blow up ur house, with ur family holding eachother
your going to be a Foster child like Jodie’s your mother
then ima scorch u til the searing smolder decomposes your skin
and as sure as Hoffman’s feeling breezy, u’ll be Dustin the wind
I hated those brothers…theres some1, Stephen, and Alec in there
but if the Baldwins good, ur battle records got a full head of hair
My every punch holds water, boy! If a kid thinks it cant happen
I’ll make like happy gilmore, and swing clubs away Adam
and it doesnt mean u good at rappin just cuz u say ur black, damn
who gives a fuck about color, Hue doesn’t make you Jack, man
dammit cats, I kno u cant stand the fact, but admit I’d hand ur ass
and maybe I wont fuck all you whores up if hugh grant me that
this guys career ‘n ur drops should both be Chuck’d in the trash
because his movies are never any good, and Norris your rap
don’t like this? I beg ur pardon like dolly but u lovette like lyle
u need to seek fashion tips from Henry if u aint Fonda my style
‘n why do u make aliases? u come ok once, then ur certain to fall
see, even if u start A New-man, your drops are sure to A Paul
im on some new shit, u say ur concepts Arnold but save it bitch
because your skills harder to spell out then schwarzenegger is
i spit devilish, evil! dont challenge me people, u better just yield
because I would have to run over Sally just to level the Field
my wisdom is clear, if u wanna get skill, first witness it here
and then switch Gear’s, like pretty woman did Richard’s career
from old whores to teens, its always my floor – their knees
when it comes to pussy, even ashton cant get Moore Demi
kid ya dumb, i’ll knock some sense into u with a single punch,
put ur money where ur mouth is, ‘n i’ll Jack every Nichol, son
you aint a hustler and you never stole money, so dammit please
quit sayin ur gonna Rob Deniro like some kind of spanish thief
cuz im getting dollars, and what are you broke fuckas gettin?
last time u brought home the Bacon, you woke up with Kevin
when it comes to chick-flicks, bitches love Christian they tell me
so I bet you hoes turn Slater on more than Kelly Kapowski
i feed off my foe’s pain, i’m so strange when I blow brains
‘n treat my shots like Glen’s one-story house, Close range
Kurt Russell Crow, wooah, how long can I carry this style
ur drops couldn’t be dug-less if they got married to michael
retard, u prolly don’t know her last name, cuz ur such a fool
but put it this way, I bet you took Sigorney’s bus to school

u can say ur ALMOST as good, u MIGHT somehow not lose,
but like Ted hugging me, you’ll be Danson around The Truth