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Originally posted by silver
i told you once son the rhymes won't stop coming
this mouth of mine dog just won't stop runnin
i hail from the line of the hip hop greats
and i follow in their steps with this lyrical rape
of your body and mind and the words that you rock
so go to your room and jack off in a sock
cuz i know my flow is steep with lyrical heat
that gets you excited hoping to beat your meat
i'm like a rap orgasm that makes you say ohh
running to the bathroom hoping not to blow
you screwed my mom dog man i'm sorry for you
she's had the hiv since 1982
but you know my mom and dad look a lot alike
maybe it was him dog whose ass you spiked
yeah you know what i'm not a muscle freak
but i got the package dog that'll make girls leak
every pound of creatine steroid you pop
is a pound of dick size that you wish you could rock
you got an si dog it suits you right
nothing but a mini odyssey ain't that a fright
everything about you is a compensation
from small dick size to auto miniaturization
you words are your sword but they ain't that sharp
why don't you drop the rhymes and pick up a harp
you'd look good as a mermaid with your muscular bod
picking up sailors on the sea and getting them hard
then you fulfill the dream that you've always wanted
surrounded by semen and muscle flaunted
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Here you go again, talking nothing but trash,
I told you I'm the Hulk, and remember, "Hulk smash."
Is that you're only defense, talking about gays,
Nobody here wants to know your ways.
I know you fudge pack, I know you smoke crack,
I know you like dick and get ****ed from the back.
So shut the **** up before you get smacked
I think it WAS your dad that I fukd in his crack.
He's my little bÎtch you see, I think I made him cry
then I fukd your mom so hard, she wished that she would die.
You see, her pussy's just a little tight, for my big monsterous cock,
Maybe i'll make you drink my come when I jack off in my sock.
Your little words, they don't do shit, but prove that you're a bÎtch.
The girls complain about your dick and say you make them itch.
What's up with that, you got STD's? man, I should have known.
It must have been that one last dick, I think that you have blown.
Like I said before, don't try to hang, your lyrics do not faze.
That dope you smoke, and dick you suck, they leave you in a haze.
And what's with your daddy having HIV, I thought you knew already
You can't get girls with your small dick, you nickname is "Spaghetti."
So just go away, and don't come back, or I will have to check.
Keep that dick inside your mouth, or your face I'll have to wreck.