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White boys cant rap and thats a fact no wonder y they named u Zack.

Alright Now lets get to the point u have no fame ur full of shame

Ill get me and my boyz to show how to live a life ill come at yo block at shoot u at night(with my water gun.

Go home and get ur momma trama in this trama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your lyrics are trash

they leave people with a rash

u r just waisting your time

with your pathtetic made up ryhmes

so just crawl in your bed

cause tht rap u just read

it left u on the floor practically dead

 

 

 

how about you sit down

before i kick you outa town

aw is that a frown

did ya mama just hit your crown

this is my style

my rymes ar heard across many miles

so take a look

the whole world shook

u get your rymes from a book

we dont go old school

know ou out as i blow you-

away understand i aint come here to play