lack inside? ill leave u a hippy at woodstock-rocking shirts tie dyed
ur rhymes are miniscule to me and wouldnt amount to mine if they were magnified
u better run and hide-cuz cats like u destined for a demise
ur shyt is weak made u do the electric slide
u coulnt walk in my path if u had a guide
see boy-how i ride like a full moon gravity pull to ya tide
fugging witcho shrink in which u confide
hard to think when i jinx ya pride n snatch it
u unheard like a mime thas ratchet
save the racket 4 ur block that aint on the map
switch sexes wit incentives n give u a pap
2 check ya genda
feminine feedback faultas
leave u weaving sweaters
w tha grandmas
or garters on ya panties
ur shyt is for the geeks like yo name stanley
fo really!



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