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DONE TALKING END OF STORY
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Yo i gave u enough chances ta give up n quit/ But u keep coming back like a crackhead for my S H I T/ im the King of Kong/ so theres no way for ya military ta win/ we been at this long enough time ta bring to an end/ so u went to get ya boys ta vote u in/ Im sorry ta tell u but ur last rap waz a dissapointment/ Got ya head in the clouds smoking what u suppose to be selling/ still full of S H I T so i guest ill have to empty ya/ Put ur brain on the tredmill so u can think quicker/ U a pain in my A S S like i a girl getting hit from behind/ Pop up like Mortal Combat cuz ya soul is mine/ Bark bark i dont understand dog language/ I aint Dr. Dolittle i cant hear what u thinking/ Now i got u fearing/ Niggas thought u were doing the harlem shake the way u shaking/ haveing problems hearing/ I whisper in ya ear so u can hear me clearly/ ya rap aint hot is cooling down swiftly/ U begging more please/ Put 4 clips in ya legs down on ya knees/ Now what u gonna do/ Dont look to God for help im the one passing judgement on u/ Snatch u up from ya spot n relocate u/ Im packing more heat than the sun/ im no bin laden but i do look like his son/ Creepin in the dark niggas call me shadow cuz im following ya/ Me lyin/ look up at the sky that at the sun thats me shining/ im not worried about u being kind/ cuz im packing a nine/ i travel top flight so my path is find/ Im way ahead of u leaving my tracks behind/ im not the cat in the hat so i dont need ta be a rhymer/ u the pig to the slaughter/ Coming down hard on u like a hammer/ Not writting essays no more ya S H I T must be getting weaker/ tryin ta be kinder/ this site aint made for a toddler/ Ya S H I T is old so im changing the norm/ I pack more strength than ur forearm/ s*** that i spit is new/ Rip ur ya eyes out n put them on me so ull see my point of view/ im turning the heat up cuz its cold in here/ i blow niggas like a breeze ya hardly felt/ Rip off ya head n put it on the ground/ have u thinking that up is down/ Splash water in ya face so u can wake ya self/ this aint the Matrix dog there is no red n blue pill/ This is hell n ur in it/ have u runing around on fire like one of the 4 Fantastic/ look pretend im 50 cent so u can quit like Game did/ claiming another victory won again/ i screwed ya S H I T/ U lost give up uve been F U C K E D like a street B I T C H/

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RE:james's STORYTIME
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you fuc1n w/ a G/// that wont hesitate to take ya life/


fuk steps im talkin height// my rhymes is takin flight//


stop w/ the bullsh1t / you aint backin what you type//


my rhymes dont hit or miss you they stick or they slice/


replied twice// and left you starvin like it was my god given right/


when i pick up the mic / you vibrate like a dildo in a dyke//


now you know what im about / you wont run ya mouth/


but you'd play my tape when it comes out/ and let ya head bounce/


cuz my raps is the grimeyist yet stylish in midtown/    


wouldn’t let me shop in Beverly hills till they saw my wad now they get down/


didnt have to say ill spray ya w/ these hollow tip rounds/


everytime i spit / i love how my **** sounds/


aint gotta bash nobody cept for james who in his grave now//


mowin his mountain of **** along the way i used a plow/


lol// fuk it im done // and so r u


--DOGG


 


 



 




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