move along you wack rappers can't lead me astray, if you do i'll merk you quick and you wont know what to say, i'm hot like burning summer days when im blazing the hay, it leaves me dazed and confused, but i can't say i'm ashamed, ya boy jc you've gotta quit rhyming black, cause when you're compared to me you havent got the knack, LOOK BOY YOU WACK, step back look what i pack, not guns and gats, but microphones and speakers to OBLITERATE YOU CATS
braaap braaap
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