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Business man
I am a business man,i have alot of hoes and pimps workin 4 me,thank you.jus because ur float dnt think tht ur higher,
if u aint careful ill burn u like fire,cause
chills cos im like a vampire wen i drain my
victims neck veins while maintainin my full
frame and causin shame 2 ur game,u spit ur lyrics
like u gt no brain.U ddnt even finish skool,wat u get 2?
the 5th grade??Now go bak in2 ur bitin lyrics file
,and cut and paste the rest of the shit u stole from 8 mile
....its ova kia give it up,u aint gt no style jus because ur float dnt think tht ur higher,
if u aint careful ill burn u like fire,cause
chills cos im like a vampire wen i drain my
victimskia wats wrong wif u?wen theres mostars round wat
u guna do,dnt call ghostbusters cos we gt sumthing new
,u soo ugly u turn ppl blue,its like u aint from earth,
sumwhere like mars,from ur looks,u was the 1st alien wif sars
.And now its our task 2 wear tht paper mask cos kias spaceship
ddnt leave n no blast...crater.he mite b from a from a place long ago,
very far away,bt hes gt awhile 2 go if he wants 2 b darth vader,
hes more like an ewok playin wif his cock,y shuld i even gt started,
u aint worth the mock.now if u aint gt nuthin thts worth a diss,
thn keep it shut b4 i show u my fist,ull b in bliss if u gt a kiss
or gt 2 b nething like the ¤Përfê©tïõníst¤ur guna end up,"cleaner at the wanaga" bro i
mite hav a mud car bt u no walkin dnt gt u 2 far,
by the way ur goin,tanias kid will b callin u dada.
now uve gt fuked up so badly,ur ears will hav scars.
Man ur jus like a fish,u act all big bt u gt no guts
if u cnt make the cut thn jus give it up,u mite nt b dead,
bt im guna nail ur coffin shut.y u callin me girl names?bro,r u gay?
theres no way,tht nething u say culd affect me,scared?y ddnt u stay??
is it jus tht ur ashamed of ur own birthday?hu u guna b in
charge of wen ur older?the wanaga cleanin squad and the
toilet paper holders?ur nights will b colder thn a guy
hu makes folders.And me?yeh ill either make my own beats,
or be in charge of an entire navy fleet,
im guna b ur own personal nightmare on elm street.leavin blood
stains from ur head 2 ur feet.bt no 1 will care cos ur sum kinda freak.
the outlook is bleak if u want 2 compete.beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
ur heart,will stop,and ur body will flop,thn the clock will
drop wen i give u a knock.cmon bro wats the matta dawg?is it tht u loook
like a bullfrog,stop spitin lyrics and make the move 2 singin songs.
ur fuked in the head son,u gt it all rong.
now shut it b4 i rink ur neck like a doorbell.ding dong.