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Young glam , done got on my hit list,
in a pinch i'm a grinch and i'll steal ya christmas,
your a WHO a nothing i'l beat ya senseless,
glam your chance look grim,like Fat Boy Slim battlin Eminem,
you have no chance at a win,
galm full of hot air, like a ballon pop under pressure,
you aint no guns, you got like 10 boyscout knives on the top of ya dresser,
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HOLLYWOOD
HOLLYWOOD think he a MOVIESTAR if my bullets had a camcorder you play a STARING ROLL//
im on FIRE MABE I SHOULD DROP AND ROLL//
I got heat that'll burn ya soul//
battlin me is like instead of presents gettin coal//
resign from this like tha rapin bob dole//
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KING WHIZ you nothin to me like STEP POP//
so take another step pop and you'll hear my gun pop//
we all know you FAKE like tha HOGAN LEG DROP//
CRACK YA TOP like a can of soda//
mad cuz ya girl blew me down like DOLIGA//
and i dont mean stab up tha chick when i poke her//
i seen you on the corner beggin for a dollar//
faggot i heard sreamin HOLLLLLLLLLER
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fuck everybody else, this is for kilo & hollywood
i'm bout to show u niggas wats really hood
so wats really good, do u think u can beat me
take a look at my sig bitch u can't even see me
and no i ain't gay or a chick on the loose
niggas can call me mook cause i murder the booth
and then soon, i'll lay the murder to u
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Drelove
Dre love my ass, my whole clan is man pimps
sellin bitches like u, obeyin us like the ten commandments
we dont sit where we standin, we dont abandone
a nigga for nothing, we just alter the plan then
Kill a fake nigga like u, Dre love is bitch made
ur albums flunked out, im on tour from mix tapes
Fuck ur rap songs, and nigga u aint strapped raw
U aint no key player, all u hear is pass the ball
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Talkin like u raw u aint raw boy
the only time u raw is when u eatin sushi boy
u coping me im the real one u the bootleg copy
Ya nickname should be joe cause ya rhymes is sloppy
If have ya mixtape i'll leave it on floor
is not good at all, u need to practice so more
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Hollywood...gota knock this kid out^^
Hollywould? naw he aint rap
Lose them shitty sneakers
An that mic fuken..stat!
Little cat be smokin 6 joints
Droppin lines so "Godly"
Kid prays for hit points
Be cool mayne, partys just begun
Shit, I wouldn't lace your drink
Case you already drunk
Im sayin you alcoholic
Rhym sceme all alcoholic
Try spit back all diabolic
Kick this fat hoe in the nuts
THat'll "UP" his game
Bring pain to this slut..
Plain n simple; simplisticly spoken
Bitch your outa skill
Bitch your rhyms is broken
3 minutes^
PLease never come back.
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blah where is the rhyme, you aint rappin//
i consider you squatted on the shitter praying to be crappin//
your 3 minutes should have maybe takin longer//
considering it was the worst ive run across, as bad as an arterie clogger//
write your lines longer and get some punches//
your like a fat kid in need of serious crunches//
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Try and spill, hired to kill design this real
your rhymes like minor leauge, 'were the skill?'/
and fuck ya system, i leave you like macintosh
nobody likes you, quit now your rappin~stop/
man even tho your aboove me--
YOU still can't be on top.//
^^ meh
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not another fuckin croc hunter//
ya'll cant spit, sometimes i really wonder//
what gave you the urge to splurge on the shit you speak//
even if im the first to mention, damn dogg your shit was truly weak//
dont come at me if you aint spittin fire//
you should give up, your on the bottom and no i aint a liar//