hey, look whose talkin' bout the skillz that he got,
with the crap thats comin out yo' mouth, you should be shot,
your prob'ly outta breath from all the whack you've been rappin,
you think that you're the best? well that ain't ever gonna happen,
are you a white wanna-be, or just a harlem joke?
pretendin' that he's puffed some when he's never had a smoke,
you prob'ly still ask yo parents for dough for the mall,
have you lived on your own? you got no clue at all,
why dont you just cry you little whining sissy girl,
you embarrass all who rap and you make me wanna hurl,
so just shut up, shut down, run home to yo dad,
you call yourself a rappa? hell, dog, thats just sad.
Not bad, eh?
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