kwest chun
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Don41's wondering where's his dog's at, barking at trees/ but your rhymes could shake me if they were Muhammed Ali's parkinson's disease/
futureproducers emcees are farces to me/ partially Dr. Seuss with Vanilla Ice's chromosomes/
Trouble, my lyrics are like lead fillin your head till you're left with a Mary J chrome dome/
don't make a "Family Affair" of it, leave them home alone/ with mattu actin like he's an emcee when he resembles a Sloan clone/
not doing audio's cause his voice concists of phone tones/ high pitched participating in cyphers/ couldn't even spark rhymes with gasoline syphons to pages with lighters/
while my spit blaze at science of self, talking in flames/
making him see more stars than the Hollywood walk of fame/
stack adverbs in thirds and smack herbs when I wreck it/
tearing Ripp with verses spit backwords so he thinks he's dislexic/
messing up his win/loss ratio with a hot slayin/
and y'all know like Lindros on his next concussion, I'm NOT PLAYIN/
Trouble quit sayin I listen to P.Diddy, I ain't never said he's tight/
come to think of it, your style resembles his getting OTHER cats to prewrite/
singin like you a battle cat, but really it's a bland song/
when the last "battle" you had was gettin your *** covered in a thong THEN trying to put some pants on/
who's this cat who think's he MURDAs-Mics?/ I'll serve the dyke/ who observes fights/
spit's a verse at me like he's pretending it's do or die/
but he's just "jumping in" cause he saw his boy's do it, like Lemming suicides/
the outcome is similar, just to say the least/
cause just like the Mad Cow Disease you'll get "ate in the beef"
/
all y'all shoulda learned this lesson: If you start me, run/
cause I'll start murdering family members like Jordan's pops and Cosby's son/
slaughter your storylines in eight bars/ in this "War" of the worlds I'ma play Mars/
cause when you cats spit it's similar to homosexual strip clubs, nothing but "gay bars"/
Back to Trouble, you always responding to my sh*t is suggestive/
seems like she want's to get on my d*ck when it's erected/ cause this b*tch is obsessive/
just some nerd, I don't mean to be blunt, it's all love/
but how many people post on battle board's when they drunk at a pub?/
I just exposed the B*tch In Y'all, but there's only one last question/
this was "How Not To Be Wack" class, is any of y'all dope enought to pass the lesson?
futureproducers emcees are farces to me/ partially Dr. Seuss with Vanilla Ice's chromosomes/
Trouble, my lyrics are like lead fillin your head till you're left with a Mary J chrome dome/
don't make a "Family Affair" of it, leave them home alone/ with mattu actin like he's an emcee when he resembles a Sloan clone/
not doing audio's cause his voice concists of phone tones/ high pitched participating in cyphers/ couldn't even spark rhymes with gasoline syphons to pages with lighters/
while my spit blaze at science of self, talking in flames/
making him see more stars than the Hollywood walk of fame/
stack adverbs in thirds and smack herbs when I wreck it/
tearing Ripp with verses spit backwords so he thinks he's dislexic/
messing up his win/loss ratio with a hot slayin/
and y'all know like Lindros on his next concussion, I'm NOT PLAYIN/
Trouble quit sayin I listen to P.Diddy, I ain't never said he's tight/
come to think of it, your style resembles his getting OTHER cats to prewrite/
singin like you a battle cat, but really it's a bland song/
when the last "battle" you had was gettin your *** covered in a thong THEN trying to put some pants on/
who's this cat who think's he MURDAs-Mics?/ I'll serve the dyke/ who observes fights/
spit's a verse at me like he's pretending it's do or die/
but he's just "jumping in" cause he saw his boy's do it, like Lemming suicides/
the outcome is similar, just to say the least/
cause just like the Mad Cow Disease you'll get "ate in the beef"
/all y'all shoulda learned this lesson: If you start me, run/
cause I'll start murdering family members like Jordan's pops and Cosby's son/
slaughter your storylines in eight bars/ in this "War" of the worlds I'ma play Mars/
cause when you cats spit it's similar to homosexual strip clubs, nothing but "gay bars"/
Back to Trouble, you always responding to my sh*t is suggestive/
seems like she want's to get on my d*ck when it's erected/ cause this b*tch is obsessive/
just some nerd, I don't mean to be blunt, it's all love/
but how many people post on battle board's when they drunk at a pub?/
I just exposed the B*tch In Y'all, but there's only one last question/
this was "How Not To Be Wack" class, is any of y'all dope enought to pass the lesson?
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