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Me verse you Lyricsby Oman Freestyle Buy album CD: Other Songs A - Y Me Verse You Front on my crew and up your ass you’ll find my shoe Then I’ll burn up your fucking ass like a goddamn barbecue My shit is hardcore, it hits you like that De-ja-vu Your wig got knocked back after my brief preview So drop that wack shit before I take this outdoors Try to rap like me, faggot, and I’ll show you the doors When I’m through, your ugly ass face will be hard to ignore Cuz you’ll look like your mom and your bitch, who’s both nasty whores But yo, chill, just forget what I said Cuz in anyway I finish you’ll be ending up dead Here comes my second verse I hope it’s way better than the first Cuz I’m about to drop this shit like your granny on pot Fake lil rapper, you think your shit is hot I hate to burst your bubble, but yo, for real, it’s not You’re a faggot, ass bitch, you know my rhymes are straight sick Cuz after you check out my wicked shit You’ll be swallowing your daddy’s 3” dick I bet you’ll be choking back on that small shit But when the ladies get down and dirty on me, it’ll be like this and like that, like that and like this If you wasn’t a man, bitch, you would suck my dick I’m tired of you bringing out that old fake shit So fake, that your whole fucking style’s a counterfeit K.T.G’ll always bring you the real deal None of that puff-daddy shit, playing a fucking glockenspiel After my shockwave hits you, your skin’ll start to peal My shit is fast and powerful, it’s like a souped up automobile So better get off the mic and start picking up your dimes Cuz K.T.G can’t be fucked with your nursery rhymes Better sit your rhyming ass down Cuz you ain’t nothing but a wanna-be-rapping clown But look at me now, I’m the one wearing the crown Don’t worry, this ain’t nothing but a little lesson Next time I’ll be spitting out lyrics that’ll keep you guessing Then I’ll trip you out on a battle, and take all your priceless possession Fuck that! When I rap I turn people on fire! My rap’s hott and unbelievable, that it was on Philadelphia Enquirer So this is one thing you can never desire Then you come out with that shit, I can’t be moved cuz you’re weak And you already know you reached your top peak Yo, I’m about to bid farewell And skate to my presidential hotel And get my fuck on and make this bitch yell Peace!!
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