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Commentor Name:	MAGEE JVC
Comments left:	Peace BWBS 1 2 - 1 2 This cat stepped out on stage sounded like he had mange in his throat that's all she wrote, hold fast, hit m with Mrs dash, I got the antidote. 1-2-1-2 Let me take a look in my rap book, serve these rap crooks and rhyme snooks, captain hooks. And crabs I shook, you rock pocket books with matching British didn't ya mama tell you not to start sh-t you can't finish. I'm vintage I get longer and stronger like Popeye with spinach, YOUS a gibba gabba a pile of toys no respect I grab your neck shake you back and fourth and you make noise got static going at it like the hat fields and Mccoys. I separate the Men from the boys. YOU stray cats like babies to me crazy low pedigree son, I put you over my knee and if you man up you get ran up with the touch of death like the spiritual tighty mighty Bruce lyrical LEE. I flow brow like magma or the niagara your spit is dry like raw grits it needs water and Viagra. You aint that thorough listing my borough as something you did or can beat you high thats a lie, that ice or nice you could never be ask mr weatherbee. Your addressing royality from the boogie down bronx g, ya hear you'll get learnt then burnt like objects rentering the earths atmoshphere back up call back up before I act up BOOGIE DOWN BRONX the home of the rap pioneers time for the wrap up.NO MALICE JUST some energy to this joint come out and play bwbs
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