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Originally posted by highlander
sittin at work
aint got nothin to do
flipping through threads
comin accross you
why you think you can rap
you cant flow with this
i never rapped before
now here comes your dis
you aint real so go home
nobody wants you around
we represent 901
from the underground
this tale i propose
from my desk to yours
you cant rap for nothing
i see how your bluffin
this is how we get down
in memphis-town
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Your rap seems tired, like you been tryin' for weeks
but what you expect, from someone who tweeks.
You probably spent all day, writing this down
listening over and over for speed of the sound.
But just when you thought, that you might have me beat,
I bumped up the rythm and showed you defeat.
Like I said it before, I got more flavor than swiss
but don't **** with my rhymin' or I'll have to dismiss.
I'm your teacher boy, and you got an "C"
you're just not the rapper to be flowin' with me.
You're ordinary see, but that's just how it goes.
While you be lickin' on weener, I be ****ing the ho's.
So let's bring it up, but wait, something sounds sweet,
Oh ya it's me bumpin' to the sound of the beat.
I got notes like Greddy , and flow like Flowmaster
I leave wishers like you in the path of disaster.
So just go to bed, before I take over your head,
And spit lyrics so violent that you wish you were dead.
And I'm out.