first 2 rounds in the pocket, cats would need a telescope to see how far back is ya optics/diagnostic just not up to par, ya droppin bogies in sand traps while im eagle smokin cigars/vulcan spock arms metal stamina grabbin ya, how you expect to think when i basically trampled ya cabbage bra/i got ya allowance for hours stumped, couldnt complete what ya started, probably tried to come back to edit that 2nd verse horrible yardage/from scrimmage the vintage antique spinnach equipment easily clinches victory over ya dim wit division/now divide that, extract Ax from the equation and visualize an empty page in ya grasp/ya words mean nothin, head huntin, shed my knuckles across ya frame and leave my message there cuzzin/knees bucklin from the pressure, old vet fresher, carry young legs in a brawl back in the day boris becker/torture rack press ya, corpse in back slept ya, type of cat to get on my nerves new name miss fran drescher/
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why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both