Thought you were counting? You need a mixtape for promotion; I'll be hotter without it... So don't bother with clowning. If we're talking washed up? Then dude, your obviously drowning... And a giant can shower in the water surrounding..

Ha... now we know that's a lie... really no authority, dog.
That's a test, a studio wouldn't need Maury to call.
Let's face the facts - a garbage bin is the only logical spot
a person would place your tracks... you running your mouth
and it finally looks like it's making laps. Thought you were counting?
You need a mixtape for promotion; I'll be hotter without it...
So don't bother with clowning.
If we're talking washed up? Then dude, your obviously drowning...
And a giant can shower in the water surrounding..
I'll keep it short and sweet. This dork's weak.
The only purpose he serves is making my personal Morgue complete.
Fucking forum geeks get dotted out, like Morgan's cheeks.
Off a Free, man... we know G ain't gonna MC, damn. (GMC)
So where's your Crossover, hip hop Soldier?
You're not a recruit. Wouldn't need Kiefer to see you really had no shot in the booth.
Watch you drop off of a roof. Like Bi-shop in Juice.
And that was a bit of a stretch, but so is anything you've written in text.
And By George, you'll lose - like Zimmerman's ex.
Whether skittles or just... wearing a Hoodie, G, it'll be an imminent death!
So yeah, Peace, love, and rock and roll.
What you drop is bull. And I blocked the goal
of your post, like a Soccer Ball.
Socking you. Man, kind of depressing how you talking though, throw you off like a Guacamole.
Dropped in pasta bowl.
Always high, embody a Rasta's soul.

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Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

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