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

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

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