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Please don't mess me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted
I might have left lyrical holes in mind
fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little
I'm I really could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes
Like when they're hot-Like all my are hot
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my are
hot
Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah likes you because you said you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Kim
I had no idea you down with hip-hop since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in desk in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer over hair
Wear a boober work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the
booin
Actually this is a big 'ol of my time
I would rather be home with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at when nobody's even heard of you
I did a search on your and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, a loser
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is I got singles out already
People know my name in discerning from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a
Nobody trades file chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer beard looks so weird in the mirror man
Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me you Ital-go Fongule
When I was in school I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is better than yours, its' -----
What you I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very important and now I am eating lunch
Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mouse in a mug,
A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a glove,
A blow up Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
A cup that Superstar once drank out of

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