Heres my verse, written at work yesterday.
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Have you been bitten by any un-normally poisinous snakes lately?
Cus you act like... Well prolly not, cus you so whack that not even a snake would bite you.
Everybody say hi, to the guy with the huge tits,
"Seen his pic's?" Naw, but i can swear his'a bitch.
With only fake shit in stock, you know why his playing so hard?
To distract us from the fact that his a tard. Any questions?
"Yeah, why you refeer to the bitch as a guy" please Guess why!
"Ehh............ His a fag?" Yepp thats right. and
Reading trough his lines is like escaping a huge maze,
His thick in his scull, but can't take no axe in the face.
Dude I ain't no rapper, i'm an assasin damn.
I don't drop punches, i spit bullets wich go right into your ears and,
starts feeding on your brain, battling me is invane,
cus i'm a nervous disease, understand bitch, your lame.
I do even hate your name and all your so called "techno fans",
who supports what your doing but are really only into trance.
his a dawg, looks like sam, and thinks it's handsome,

"Hi girls" To hide his frekkin face he asks for ransom.
Then it's me? I'm like another dream he dosn't remember,
With a burning D-SIRE he keeps searching trough the embers.
Learning that his a virus called the 'chicken flu',
i'm the foxy cure wich will spare us all from listening to you.
Your shit is so played, wait, i fucked up nooooo,
cus saying your shit is played is as played as the piano.
Want more? nah.. it would be a waste of time, so no thanks,
i'm only blasting this fool with paint balls and blanks.
The police is searching my place, it almost makes me hate,
beeing the the dopest motherfucker to date.
SO please listen to me and As soon as my CD drop,
get your ass out of your room and check your local crack shop.
Only out testing the Ice. :P i mean D-sire.
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