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These were the rhymes, I didn’t realize they weren’t put in the comments, so here they are now
mad ‘cause you gotta small dick, you don’t get to use it, you’re just confused man. Confused is right, ‘cause you don’t wanna be on my enemy’s side, ‘cause I’d knock out your lights and gauge out your eyes, or gauge the cost of a tire iron so I can suffocate you, sound good? Maybe I can slit your throat with a broken plate, cut deep enough to decapitate, I’m just setting up the bait, the true disses await.
Bitch I’ll smoke you like a blunt, give you the finger like a cunt, talk shit for a clever stunt but I won’t take that from some punk runt so I’ll grab something blunt and give your skull a hole in the front. Motherfuckers really wanna rap like me, rap like a true mc, but ain’t nobody worthy, worthy of hopping on a track and getting whacked with a disastrously bad diss by my standards, but with just one shitty bar and your career is already cancelled. I don’t give a fuck about a rhyme scheme, I do it for the challenge, fuck the bad bitch I want a mad bitch who acts like she’s hard shit, more intimidating than Kevin Hart is, funnier than Paul Blart is, bitch as smart as Einstein is stupid, but this shit ain’t the matrix, ‘cause I pop any pill I get, man you’re saltier than a salt lick,
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