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stodgy rhymes poorly timed
skills erode and decline
fill your mind with booty slime
while pussy pearls are up in mine
dripping lyrical sauce
check the stamp I emboss
designating as dross
your pathetic folk loss
so where do I begin
to show my awesome rock win
while yr pussyified grin
hides the mad shame within?
for yr sad rhymes will fall
thin like shelley duvall
whatch yr hip-hop hope stall
Needle in the hay, Y'all . . .
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