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[V1] It takes a punk motherfucker to brag, but go figure Flow nigga? I'm leaving your bitch with more just 3 holes in her Stuff woodchips into your corpse and torture you with a soul splinter Blowing over you into the net, like you was a 4 foot goaltender Hold ya pen up, I'll swipe it off with your hand attached, Imagine that Your faggot ass is the poster girl for Vagistat You're braggin that you defeated me with a battle rap in a hear me chat Stop riding my dick...gimme the fuckin saddle back Fast to react, I'm certain to, FACT The only pat on the back you ever got was when mommy was burping you I burn shit up, give your father a nervous hug This shit is just like TLC at dinner the way that I serve this scrub My words are much more elaborate than a Persian rug Cause I'm more of a novel writer than the author of "To Sir With Love" I twirl a thug impostor into pasta; you got the look but you ain't worth a fuckin word like a speech from Laetitia Casta This'll cost ya much more than a loss, I want your life force Tonight, you're going down for sure, bitch, like a dyke whore These high purity viruses, I fight off Cause I'm dousing the chronic plague with industrial Lysol Twice as raw, cause I pen a sonnet a day Richard Simmons told me this commie kronic plague was atomically gay In the most astonishing way, I be taking the the fast route Battling me, You're like a frog in a bathhouse, ass out I'm reversing the last doubt, that I can smoke you in a conflict Letras de cancionesAmputating your arms so I can poke you in the armpit With the sharpest of objects You should take immodium AD, because you need to stop that soft shit Im encoding the proper topics to cover Even started a non-for-profit organization to kill you under I chop prison's in half, and split cells Bitch you rhyme like Ricky Martin just stuck his dick in your shit-well I wish to dispel, any notion you spit well Strap zarbon to a car bomb, spark the engine and excel I watched your head swell from your sweetest moment With Glamour Shots with an airbrushed t-shirt saying 'I Beat Tonedeff' on it I deliver the type of flow components that zone in Attaching to the weakest host, and then slowly drone till your brain's imploding Controlling your mind to expose you in public Cause yo, my style is like a hooker with herpes - Not to be fucked with Don't even attempt to blush, bitch, or even take a stand Got you shook, like the Pope and Mohammed Ali shaking hands This is the way I land, with minimization I am iller than all the kids in the make a wish foundation So, fuck a braggin bastard with a massive passion Your girl said you come up short with your rhyme schemes and just how fast you've lasted You bite more than a scrappy mastiff I drafted a pack of stationary reading 'Plague's a Pussy' on the masthead I'm giving the medical field a new reason to research Making your head chatter enough to make your fucking teeth hurt Revert and I will come and find you Bitch, I will even produce the beat you'll be saying you battle rhymes to A lyrical gift that shines true to blind you I would go back and obliterate your atoms if I had the time to Everything you're spitting I strike a line through, like it's connect the dots Fuck a last line, I wrecked your spot - what From Letras Mania