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pdukes
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Date Posted: 08:39:42 07/17/02 Wed
In reply to:
G.o.D.
's message, "Yep it's Douche" on 19:08:55 11/07/01 Wed
i want on a guy name gods, who think he spits more of sucks like broads /u want to challenge any, y don'y u come 2 me cause my flows are plenty/u want to be the g-o-d, but the only thing u rule is hood r-a-t/ cause u must of been abused as a child, cause u flows were peppers they would of been mild/ i represent d and lansing, when ur cd comes out it would be cased next to hanson/ dont ever speak of niggas hitting the floor, cause ur the spokesperson for the new category softcore/ ur stuff is shit, u would get tossed like a winterfresh breathmint/ u been burned, i thought u have learnt, that when i spit fire u ancestors caskets got turned/ don't come saying that u rulin, cause u have 2 guys and a dog as a security guard who u think ur foolin/ need to be trapped under the stairs, deprived of ur jewelry bras and panty undewear, cause u couldn't take my hand if u had a two pair/ i will u pop u like a fryer, won't even touch you just air u out in the dryer/ boom on u like a bomb in Japan, would of touched ur girl but she already been ran/ ur intials must smell hoe, cause u been sweating like u was just doing tae-bo, foe/ never come in my perimeter, the stuff i have u testify has been classified by the fbi as sinsister/ cause u a broke as door men, when i get done with u would convert to mormon/ cause u let me and all my crew through the doors, done plasterfied and incinarated ur lyrics in this war/ but i will lay u railroad tracks, why in ur flows i see so much airhole cracks/ but u answer with no comment, cause when i spit u got so sick that ur flows spit out vommit/ but u been ripped up like girl jeans, tortured by any way means, when u smoke u puff boo boo and call it the green/ fake as ll coll j in in to deep, why when u spit all ur shit is sensored by beeps/ cause ur vocab been in stuck, like a chicken ur feathers i plucked/ played them like a violin, when i call ur crib ur mom wanted to claim me as kin/ but i will stop roasting on you, but by the looks of ur mental capacity u don't what the fuck to do.
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