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(Note to Anthology: Are the voting threads for all three verses, or is there one voting thread for each verse)
Damn toy rapper, baby-wipes boy rapper Still-writing-wit-ya-eye rapper Your-nuts-stuck-in-a-rhyme-dick-tionary rapper When you gon' learn to write wit ya ears, rapper? You-can't-even-hear-internal-rhymes, you wanksta Internal rhymes is what my first verse was about, you faux gangsta Second verse was dissing your Wu-Tang-dick-riding arse fly Can't believe I have to explain this shit to ya On my ish, "shit" rhymes wit "fish", psycho-acoustically What's next, you tell me you "truely" don't rhyme with "enemy"? But that's what happens when you get your cues from rhyme dictionaries You really do need to go back to hooked-on-phonics Bitch, you need to take this beating in missionary position Extra, extra, read all about this commotion:
"I got the biggest balls that you seen thus far"
Quickest flow, witty-est of them all, no par While you unsuccessfully try to make Love In This Club, I just spiritually make love in these bars, Hop off these nuts mon (man), I'm tryna bust wan (one) Dem fiya in mi loins, 'bout tah booyaka, booyaka Previous round, I smoked you like Meth and didn't get high Why? Cos you're harmless, I'm Mos Def-est, You're soundless Took YOUR space, made it MySpace, now I own you like Murdoch Replaced YOUR face wit mine on YouTube lists, made it MyTube, now YOU got identity crisis Confirmed you's a bitch when you said you got cysts Stale bread you are, you done turned into yeast What More Can I Say? Guru play the beat! Moment of silence for this bietch I'm 'bout to beat
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Don't make me converse wit you using another concept verse like my first stanza Put you in a hearse, then bury you alive, bull's eye! Cleanup on aisle ninety-nine is needed, you douche bag Go back into your momma's vagina and lose hard From the beginning, you BEEN a loser Fffffuck!!! I'm child-abusing this mo'fucka Damn, even my hypeman got better lines than you To even this out, imma let you battle my adlibs: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah Yo, uh, I'm hiphop, I won't stop, uh I'm hiphop, I won't stop, nuh, NEVER.... You Lost One, You're Clinton, I'm Obama 911, I sent you to E.R. for causing you trauma
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