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Subject: yo check dis

Author:
white_xtacey

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Date Posted: 05:34:39 04/30/03 Wed

yo yo let me go ahead and begine
that way u can read my shit when i start to win
yall trying to rap like yall da shit
but reality check u can suck my dick
about to think dat new song but there is no "ANGEL"
just me fucking up your brain leaven it in right angles
yall all speaking of mommas
shit i will leave yall dead buried at da bahamas
u need to come stronger next time
no wait maybe if yall spit betta ur girls will be dymes
yall ain't got shit on me
i was wrote in fucking prophice
so to test me u will fail
shit some of u bitches won't neva be able to tell
so like i said hattas u can suck my dick
but wait first u need to learn to spit

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[> Subject: Re: yo check dis

Author:
C-14
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Date Posted: 20:57:23 04/30/03 Wed

o.k., you need to take some lessons
get a rhyme book no second guessin
i put you in ya place wit the smith & wesson
you dead in the streets without a preacher's blessin
seriously, nobody cares if you white
you still sukk but i'm like kryptonite
takin out the illest in a flash of light
you need a spell check cuz yo ass can't write
talkin bout "Angel" but you're more like Buffy
your girl mad at me cuz i say she can't touch me
why you stupid bitch say she love me?
speakin of phrophecy, but i'm the prohphet
they told me ta quit but never once stopped it
grow up kid you still little like a hobbit
oh by the way, i'm also a cracker
but there ain't no contest cuz i'm the better rapper
on the streets slobs learn why i'm called the clapper
another thing, i'll never fail the test
not when my lyrics are spiritually blessed
by the goddess so i know that i'm the best
i killed you flows and laid ya ass to rest.
goodbye, think twice next time ya spit
cuz if ya ain't careful, ya gonna get split