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Am I supposed to think that your a pro rapper

Imma whoop yo ass quick, so I can smoke a bowl after

lets be honest, were online, your probably an old bastard

You wrote your bars on thin ice, they're about to get shattered

 

I know I'm not hood, but you seem to keep trying

But your just a big pussy, yeah your lyon' (lion)

your rappin with a white boy from the 'burbs of houston

imma rip yo shit apart, yeah its gonna hurt to loosen

 

Your on your internet on rap pad dot C O

stop telling us you got a a gat, you don't and we know

Bet, bet what bitch, this aint casino

your raps are dumb, dumb, and dumber; the whole trio

 

I'm frio;

cause my bars are cold as eskimo

and spicier than Mexico

and i aint even flexin yo

im all gassed up on texaco

 

BOOM!

Yo bitch ass just got blown up

you probably should've shown up

and known where i had grownup

thats the death of you; your goin up