this fag's nervous. cuz Word is I Excel at text, so he'll probably choke bad
quit. don't even type shit. it'll be a Dizaster if he go to his Notepad.
I'm your Master, bitch. i'll rob your new kicks, leave u barefoot in the rain.
this nigga must think he Django the way he was losing his chain
this weakling can't stand pain. a punch to his face'll feel like an A-bomb
i bet getting a fat lip would kill this bitch, like Kanye's mom
think you nicer than me? it's the other around, you fuckin trick bastard
check his name. anyone thinkin' his words are raw has got that shit backward
must'a been high to challenge me. cuz u don't got enough balls to defeat me
I'll Show the World. he must'a been a Lil Boosie to think to think he beat me
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