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yo bitch, been awhile, and you still look like that dumb nigga from 'the green mile'
ahhhhhh, shit, toby.....straight challenged by a cracka, but i ain't no gomer pyle
so bite your lip, put on the brakes, cause i'm about to bust up your black ass face
with some rhymes that took me two minutes to write, rhymes to fuck you up all night
news, letterman, konan o'brien, it's gettin late nigga and your brain's straight fryin
still can't find the rhyme, your welfare check cashin ass can't buy the time
to find the right twist on the verbal assist, to pull you out of this blitz
cuz, bra, you done been had by a cracka who works with no pen or a pad
i pump a thought into my head, about how i think a nigga like you should be dead
and out pops the rhyme that does you in, i type it, you read it, that's where it ends
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