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Man i think you really got your shit confused this time.

I mean you challegend me 'yo he short fused his mind'.

Somethings wrong with you, really am not amused i find.

Yo beef with Z z empty, i oddly asumed was fine.

That was till you send it and i saw those atrocious rhymes.

You did done lose this time, come on man this really your prime

 

i mean i know i'm supposed to be your pal and all.

still i'll beat your goddam nose till you need pure Tylenol.

Then continu, nah you know i'll give the '82 bottle.

This ain't chill. We friends, real. But i'm crazy full throttle.

Oh and since your probaly not gonna get that.

i'll explain, you disgusting brougt to light maggot, twat.

see Ty' makes drugs including codeine, an opiate, mad.

in 1982 cyanide was placed in side the pallet, rad.

so just take a pill and i'll be i admit satisfied

See i just used a clever way to say, commit suicide

Oke oke i'm making this shit to complicated.

Though i do want you to have to contemplate shit

and mainly your choice to do this constipated,

for you Emasculating, shit. Your lines mean nothing

i just gave you something, to wich you should collate, bitch