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Stupid kid, learn ya geography before a bout
Chop a old tree, watch Oakland above yaself
Your wack... in dictionaries Rhymons is ts definition
Push R around w/ one hand like manual tranmissions
Who ya kidding, no one is as wack as you
Ya a joke kid, and everyones still "Rhymon who?"
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Why callin me Stupid, When we BOTH-ARE-NEW
Am sure stupid.. but still am few lvl ABOVE-YOU
What D stand for? is'nt That same as Dick?
O wait yer a Whore.. No wonder the Name Picked/ (AHAHH)
Yea yer right If am a Joke .. Ya must be a Game
Cuz my Rhyme are Comedy.. Like Dissin ya name//
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Give it up, ya rhymes poor they practically broke
And ya lame i mean who laughs at their own jokes?
Thinkin online ya dope, bitch ya rhymes droppin clues
We're new?I'm Frontline ya headin autistic queues
Abort views, ya wack w/ keys and tha microphone
Faggots names carved on heads....made of solid stone
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ok i'm in for a hot sec/ i shows no love walk in the crib takes loosey's out of ur pack of cigarettes/no what u gon do probably a bunch of nothin/u got the back against the wall, chest poking out talkin bout u frontin/they call be bmx cause i'm stuntin, and when i come thru blocks niggas they duckin/not wantin to feel the shells from the bustings/just clearing out the block/now stop bout i ain't hot/i walk in ya crib, take yo chicken and get some gravy out yo pot!
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I aiyo wut the Deal?.. With this Fag Above-Me
My flo is so Attrative.. he might end up Luv-Me
U got me near the Wall.. But yu Bump ya Head
This Kis not so stupid.. He still can play Dead
What is this shit man.. i've been Spitin All Day
Sum are Straight .. But 99 Percent Are Gay//
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And your part of that 99% while i ain't homie
Practising ya technique all day... but not me
I key w/ precise niceness, ya just tryin to improve
Bribed this nobody... dayum i got nothing to lose
See tha drama ya chose?Ya ain't classy Rhymon
Ya ain't getting high anywhere even durin sessions
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I wuz born with Skill.. Not like u cuz am Real
Yer so fucking classy.. Gotta aim at head for Kill
Yer stupid man.. Yer linez reppin Wackness
Even if there's a Virus.. No1 is gona Hack-It
Am iller then Aids.. They callin me the Antrax
U aint have no balls.. So how u Cum-Back?
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on that above rhyme i can't even comment on that shit/but what u about gettin fucked up and tossed in a ditch/layin by the bushes and the fish/too late to think to ur self i done made em pissed/
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Ok kids.. Let start the night off with les-son
Yer line is so sad.. It needed a Bles-son
And wutsup.. with the line u talkin bout Fish?
U suppost to diss me.. Are you outa yer Shit?
Yer fuckin Stupid Kid.. Stop the Rappin, I'll kill you for Free
Yer nuthin but dicks.. that y yer name start off with Ds
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Lines played from 'aim at tha head' to 'cumback' wordplay
You've been murkded kid, ain't ya head its D Day
I layin this cat to rest fo tryin to scratch a nerve
Shit on ya dome like Studium Australia full of birds
You'll never learn like 1st time drinkers dyin in a car crash
Should of expected wackness...tha warning is on his Av
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Yer linez are shity.. Matter fact Dawg r u White?
Cuz only White boi.. will think they Linez Vocabally Right
I leave yer head balt.. Like Yer messin with Cancer
My linez aitn taht big.. It just hard as Jolly Rancher
Talkin bout my Av.. Matter fact where is Your?
The warnin sign.. it not for me it represent yer corpse
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White?Ya far from tha truth and further from being decent
Joined recent, and bout to go w/o leavin ya presence
I'd say ya wack but its getting played out like ya lines
If what you are is illegal, you'd have enormous fines
Run behind ya shadows they bigger then you
And please onli corpse ya seen was on NYPD blue
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Dickless Silver.. Known For spitin Wack Shit
even if am on target.. Yer punch still would'nt Hit
Damn this wack kats.. when will he Learn?
leavein paper ..by oven is the only time yer lyric burn
Pop u til dead.. dawg Nobody even care to Concern
I'll be the only 1 at yer funeral.. Others will Turn
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Dayum can this kid get anymore played out?
Retire fo a while, see tha wackness forum fo help
You need it, clearly ya wasnt born w/ talent
Aint ill... but I'm sick of ya wack fashion statement
Arrangements of ya death... deal w/ tha matter
Do ya thang I'll sign you off.... on ya suicide letter
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bitch, i don't wanna hear you talking shit about death,
it's like you had 1 good, the you said, fuck the rest,
Auckland, please man, where in the hell is Auckland,
your punches hit like sock em' bopers is what you rockin',
you must be a big man to be dissin' rymon,
you got a easy guy, bitch, very nice timin'
~peace~