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my shit's so dope
you prolly want to smoke it
but everytime yr on the mic
you step up and choke it.
[[don't do it]]
those are words from the grandmaster flash.
he'll steal yr woman while you "rhyme"
and run off with yr stash.
oh yeah, chief...I went there
now yr crying out yr eyes
and pulling out yr hair
[[don't do it]]
cuz it's the end of yr rap battle
my sweet prose beat the fuck
out of yr crap prattle.
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