ayyyyyyooooooooo
ya nothin ta slump, a punk.. have you runnin like gump, mang
n' after you flee, mark it a blessing cos I dispose of motherfuckers like chump change
u're the product of incest; your mother and her brother's affair
So Thinking's not your forte, ur idea of "mull-it over" is cutting your hair
I give rise to "God Damn!"s... ur shit is considered polluting
This battle won't even be close, a photo finish means EVERYBODY pictured you losing
So pick ur scripture of choosing, it won't make a difference; I'll top you
Don't believe me? let a prayer occur'an when only I walk away that'll show bombproof
I'm only posting 8 cause ur wack as it gets
plus my computer crashed and I lost all my shit
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