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is everybody on this page 80 ur minds are shriveled up raisens, sound
like a buncha preschoolers "teacher teacher, fuctup called me a name again"
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next. . .
is everybody on this page 80 ur minds are shriveled up raisens, sound
like a buncha preschoolers "teacher teacher, fuctup called me a name again"
Hyper talks about "80s and teachers",while he raps like "preachers in 80s",his students raise their hands not to ask questions but to let him read between the lines(fuctup teacher!).
you dont deserve money, youre fucked, deserve to be smacked whore
god damn is rhyme scheme really too much to ask for
Wow he can rap whore with for, how cool is this dude?
I'll stop your heart permanently, no interlude
get trashed n ripped bitch..its weak hits that this hoe forms
while my punchs put white on the ground like a fucking snow storm
I'm throwin shots towards this bitch, let's see if he'll bomb back
but this ain't super nintendo, so we won't watch Mortal Combat
dog it seems like like your punchlines get worse everytime
you soft bro ya flos bout as hard as a nursery rhyme..
dude ur a fuckboy ur a punk,fuck u wit a hiv dic,
i didnt forget the k that bitch is in the trunk
Wait, what the hell is a fuckboy? Do we have sumone dat speeks tard?
Because judging by his vocabulary hes probably not that smart...
Coogi thinks he can pull swag out of a hat without a hitch
But I'm shootin White in the head as hard as I shot white in his bitch
I'm making my own justice as i throw punches of cement
Your day are coming to a grim end as I break you into fragment
The only way your punches are cement is that i walk all over them G
They callin you kreature because nobody reading can tell what you tryin' to be
wut?
You lack imagination, a creation is something you'll never experiment/
Bred is even more out of reach, as an action, ya momma tryed abortion, a bitch like you could never be wanted/
creative thought,is wat you lack, since the begining this was written now predicted loss
am I a prophet? no,theres nothing to gain, like a penny in a pond,hes already been picked n tossed
You're not a prophet, you little carpet being walked on/
Though you use half my words, i guess you can hit yourself with my own made pun/