Oooh Slim Tricky boo-hoo, I love it i’m actually gonna murder you, for your crappy rhymes gonna make you pay I don’t deal with psychos I put ‘em away, actually you’d be better of dead cause believe me you don’t want me in your head, this is what happens when you mess with the Masta, cause I go fast’a and you’re not gonna last’a, I’m gold in these here parts and you’re the bullseye for darts in a pub where people laugh at you cause you’ve got no smarts, Masta comin at ya so get it right squirt or I’ll skull fuck you down in the dirt with my words, You pulled the wrong one and now Mastas having you for dessert.
I'm not gonna waste more time battling with a loser who's not worth more than a dime, who’s last in line, never gonna be a headline, kill ya with strychnine cause you missed the deadline you ain’t never gonna shine so sit down shut up and start ya whine.
Fucking Cry baby!
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Sorry I missed a line, your a swine, you smell worse than moonshine your dick is as short as your lifeline, on a scale of one to a hundred you're bout a nine! Sucka!
Wow you're really asinine, thinking you rapped some fine, lyrics and rhymes, well I think it's 'bout time, you shoved ya head up ya ass cuz you got no class.
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