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Groupie
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 3
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Ur lyrics are stale like blue cheese im alergic to u im a sneeze im colder than the cold wind blows when it snows and its 20 feet below ur lyrics are more plain than a ****in blueberry ur face is pretty scary too its weary like tom and jerry one looks at me and turns to spagetti ur water gun aint no match 4 my machetti u better get ready and go back to ur primary class therefore u better get gone before I pound ur gay ass
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Groupie
Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 2
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That's hella dope bro u got skills but I'm pretty sure I'm better then that son!! Lmao when I. Get on stage thy be like wtf boo get off da stage when I open my mouth thy jaws drop in shock leave e'm wanting more right haha thy be wanting a on core every day I'm be on da **** like two chains
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#3 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 2
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That's hella dope bro u got skills but I'm pretty sure I'm better then that son!! Lmao when I. Get on stage thy be like wtf boo get off da stage when I open my mouth thy jaws drop in shock leave e'm wanting more right haha thy be wanting a on core every day I'm be on da **** like two chains
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Killed Laura Palmer
Join Date: Sep 2010
Location: Ashland, KY
Posts: 1,679
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Little MZ thinks he's high class,
but when it comes down to it, he's just a broke ass. Another mother ****er think he rhymes like a boss, but when he spits his references, **** always gets lost. In translation Trying to be a sensation But his flow like menstruation It hurts. And it's messy. **** spurts and and wrecks And usurps Other ****ty rhymes That flow double-time **** that flows, not sublime But depressing. Spit some real ****, Don't just steal ****, Acting like you feel **** But you're cold. Colder than the ice that you wear 'round your neck Trying to sound real, but you got no respect From your peers, man. And your debts, yours arrears, man Take in the rear can Cause you're weak. Weaker than Starbucks double macchiato Hiding behind all that lame false bravado Take a seat. Learn your place, shut your face Phanastasio's here, And she's stealing your place.
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