Ohh hell hath no fury like a Turntable in rage...
My rhymes penetrate ur design,
Seeing ur complex designs are simplistic behind,
I just lyrically shine,
And I dont do moms altho' y'all moms are typically fine,
For fat old women aged 99,
And dats for Packalicious and JP,
Stepping to me u must be unconcious or crazy,
I spit ether on y'all like Nas did Jay-Z,
And pull a hova at da same tiome and take over,
Switch off da playstation homeboyz games over,
Im takin' u down,
Erasin' u clowns,
Y'all keep coming back at me what ur brains got a vacancy now?'
And Turntable probably thinks I'm feeling dissed and I've somethin' to say-idiot,
But no I feel sorry for u, I can't really blame u for bitching aimlessly when ur on ur period.
Oh and renegade probably expects me to pull a couple rhymes outta my book right,
U know what u ain't worth it so **** u and good night!
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