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Generic Diss #203
I chin-check the thin red line with this mind of mine
Strike thugs blind when I flash my gang sign
Line by line stragecically reword the Art of Rhyme
Stastics say my kind turn to lives of crime in due time
Objection! My suggestions add corrections the next testament
To include my erection! Section by section, I'm vexing
Your mentality if you battle me I rattle these emcees
With my steez, ecstacy's a piece of me, wanna touch?
I wanna rush down your throat so I can turn your insides out
No need to scream and shout, it only makes it more painful!
I'm a handful on this mic, one man, one brain sans skull
The only reason cats want beef so much is cos they're fulla' bull
Like rodeos, crack bones with microphones like skull to bone
Contact, contracts are based around numbers of bullet holes
I cut the rug up, snuck up on heads with a scalpal to cut it out
And try stepping to the plate with RS, you get struck the fuck out.
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