Originally Posted by
quickdodgeŽ
Step up next in line it's now your fuccin turn
I see your face gettin red can you feel the fuccin burn
Or is that embarrasement that would explain you hidin your face
I see you scroungin through your purse...you findin your mace?
Cuz thats the only way you can spray, you cant do it lyrically
But you may, if you want, try to spiritually
You could to church and try to talk with Jesus
And if he can't help you get in touch with Regis
You can ask the audience or even phone a friend
Just know that you shouldn't post to me in that tone again
I'm comin at you virtually, live and in effect
Call me satellite, because I come Direct
Like a straight A student I'm always correct
Now gimme my muthafuccin goddamn respect
Talkin rhymes is my every day habit
I figured you'd know by now, silly rabbit
This dicks for chicks so get off mine
I know you perform tricks for a nickel and a dime
You spit such shit, just bout all of the time
Now you're cowerin in the corner over on the muthafuccin wall
I rose straight to the top only to see you duck then fall
Ok. That is my first round punch. Later, QD.
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