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Random guy: Now now boys - no need to fight
dont need to argue over whos rhymes are more tight
Image isnt everything - according to sprite
you two need less bark, and much more bite
schools back in session and im the teacher
i bust rhymes thatll have you droppping to your knees like a preacher
that make your girl gush like a damn water feature
Nobody wants to battle this lyrical creature.
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FB: Hypocrite much? You're not in for a fight,
Then you attack from the back in the dead of the night,
Well you fuked with the wrong nigga, you ain't very bright
They should call your product "Gangsta lite".
Who you think you are, Australias next top prancer?
With those dainty rhymes you'd make a great ballet dancer,
But my lines are miracles, you don't have an answer,
Once I rapped in a hospital and cured terminal cancer
A: youre right little kid, im not in for a fight,
this will be a thrashing, i dont make my rhymes overnight
keep pushing me and you just might ignite
the demon in me, fck around i'll leave you outta sight
trust me son my bark aint as loud as my bite
so stick to your 005s wonderwhite.
Just drop your rhymes and keep converting,
cause you dont wanna die soon, a lonely virgin.
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FB: Who you think you are, some wannabe nigga?
Well I've got the fans behind me and their cheerin' grows bigger,
You ain't the real deal, just some punk gold digger
But I've my gun to your head and I'm pullin' the trigger.
I'm a lyrical monster with all the right beats,
Improvising rhymes like mine is a phenomenal feat,
I'm a pit bull terrier and you're the fresh meat,
If you were a computer I'd hit control, alt, delete.
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A: i dont wanna be a nigga, i just wanna be me
and you know what im like so when you see me you flee
and if you cant run, then you drop to your knees
with your ears wide open copping my lyrical crime spree
i give you that, you got people backin you man,
till i turn up to your funeral and kill both your fans
you aint a lyrical monster, you an all round pussy,
if the lights were a little darker i'd try and snatch your coochie.
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FB: I can see the sweat drippin' as you keep on trying
Runnin' home to your mother, in her arms you crying,
"Mumma, why are his rhymes so electrifying?"
Well you won't get an answer, you ain't death defying.
You won't phase me, too long I've been around,
I've buried more than you 6 feet underground,
You may still be alive but noone will hear a sound,
As your family make their speeches from the burial mound.