1790? was dis a sposed 2 b, a dissin session ora fuckin history lessson, 4get da gay shit i dont want ya list of conffesions, go back 2 playin da act of mr discression, misspellin intentionly no need 4 a PHD in litrousy, wen ur a fag usin quotes from “murder she wrote”, correctin n tellin me das how its ment 2 b wen ur answer back’s a fuckin joke, i mean a bloke who thinks ima choke ona quote from da tom green show only put’s his flows on show 4 those i apose cuz only dem foes wud think “good”, but i suppose its only 4 those few chose’s unknown humar dat r in2 da roomer dat i let linger da one about henny n “freddie got fingured”, ima kill u n lazwah, he soon 2 b da new friendly ghost caspa, ur rap attacks r a slack ass amature, ill leave u weezin n breathin like ya sufferin from asthma, u shud invest in sumin 2 protect ya head n neck how about a gas mask, cuz if bush as another chance 2 rid his country of all u twats u wont av 2 ask, ull b packed off 2 iraq in 2 minutes flat b4 u can say explosive hat wats that? strapped 2 da closest local terroist act onda map, die a hero or live a zero? cuz ya life’s inclined 4 that, my rap sentences a’l smash ya poetic tendancies, ya offensive? please, ya scripts aint shit but 2 pick 4 tease, i admit i fucked up wid da liz claibourne, das cuz i aint a lady bave’in init daily makin ya baby (lazwah) playin wid ya bits so ya bitch tits stay warm, still in school probly 6th form n all, so stick 2 ya freestyle tryin ass n try’n grasp da fact 4 words at a time at da end of each line isnt a ryhme ists infact a pathetic poetic design thats so bad infact u need footnotes attached 2 try n bring it back on wat u actualy gettin at, poors ass guidelines tryna describe n find da point of ya wasted time n incase ya missplaced ya mind ill never forefit against sum one of ur kind….....

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