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Yeah nigga, this dedicated to you, Slug Thing, yeah, aight, you ready, check it...
Call me a herb?! I drop concern down ya spinal nerves 'til it burns...bubbles, and churns
Make ya swollow sperm-o-derms and make ya learn how to come hard durin' firm battle words
Bend ya back 'til it snaps...retracks back, then CRACK!!!...ya tampax falls outta ya ass crack
Ya lack rhyme tracks, and ya verse attacks more ball sacks than a split stick stack of anthrax
Ya lips smack dicks more than Pams tits, Fix ya shit with rhyme tips, put 'em on ya Christmas List
Is you pissed?! If not, my fist wont miss to split ya lip lisp in a short visit to Doctor Ape-ist
Cut off his hands, cant land punches is as demanding as the hand to hand Dan DiVito wingspand
This mans fans got mustaches, beards...and pore glands that send mens hands into they pants
Niggas forearm is strong, but I sworn he got horny and performed gay porn...just to get warm
Stucture form is like Fraturnity Dorms...gay hormones sworm together...then Slim Thug is born
Outta breathe?! Make ya digest the rest of my fist in ya flesh,...I'll try not to make a mess
I'm obsessed with ya death, stab t-west through ya chest without a bullet-proof vest...YES!!!
Ya dome like a bolder, tiped, rolled-her, ya older, but I still bend ya sholders like Folders
Ram ya like Bulger, Lyrical Soliders, put holes in torsos, tell RB to hold-her, grind ya like Folgers
Dont talk to fight, cant see me, no sight...unliked, get the invite to "Diss Slim Thug Night"
A dyke with more Tyke bikes to match ya rhymes right?! Dont mess, or I drop another Open Mic
Sorry the lines is streached soooo damn long, basically a freestyle, didnt worry about the lines at the moment.
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