it was the last verse so i had to make it longer
here it is .............nice drop there man
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I´ll bitch slap ya bitch a**, ya rhymez ain´t even in da right syntax
I´ll smash ya noggin N stomp it jus cuz I´ve been runnin thru ya conscience
dis nigga is retarded, he thought he could contract my illness my swallowin my vomit
jus stop it, ya pimplez R da only thingz u poppin
I´ma prophet, God´s gift 2 dis hip-hop bis
I´m constantly rippin it, ya ´Status´ iz lower den midgetz limbo´in
even my ´dog´ says he can smell da ´bitch in him´u wack´ like solo pronstars, u got no punches--I´m stoppin ya swings like doorstops
take cover, deuce-deuce bullets´ll bounce around inside u like rubber
mothaf***er, I´ll shove a lightning rod thru ya skeletal structure jus cuz this music luver said he wanted 2 be a ´conductor´
i´ve been busy but finally got around to this. I´m gonna key this up as well!
This kid gets wrecked, I grip his neck, till he needs a tracheotomy
Then squeeze, till he can´t breathe, just to start this f***in sodomy
I´m splurgin´ this rhyme virgin, remove his lungs & arteries
This bitch is so on my dick, it´s like he´s quick to be a part of me
You´ll hardly see Bombs, I´ll slice ya quicker than a samuri
Go ahead, ask you mom about me, she´ll say I am her guy!
If your feeble mind don´t get it, my ´hot´ rhymes just ´sonned´ you! (sunned)
Give you the 1 2, knock you down, BEFORE i even punch you!
aight aight!(last shit before i bounce)
I hit ´body´ shots that ´harm´ you, leaving your family all ´grevous´
Your IQ is lower beavis, almost as miniscule as your penis
I´ll make your sight of victory fade away make you deceased
Think I´ll be on your list? That´s like us finding world peace
Your lyrics are like hip pop, you try to please da ma**es(dumba**es)
But fail, With wack rhymes and flow as slow as cold mola**es
Know ya facts bitch! my rhymes are too hot for you to handle
I´m the best on this site, ya´ll need to bow, and light a candle
Comparing me to you is like a yacht to a little rowboat
You could be a ballad counter and STILL see no votes
I dispose this ´phony´, your punches so soft, I just ain´t feelin´ you
I know peeps that wear ´pleather´ who are more ´real´ than you!