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counterpunch
When your say your rhymes are strong, your wrong on comes your song and i turn-off-the-speakers
I pound-your-face-into-the-ground, found-your-laces-on-the-mound, cause i burned-your-feet-and-sneakers
Everyday i love to destroy-lames, i spit and deploy-flames, never afraid to insinerate-you-to-ash
You aint 'phat', your over-weight-maybe, before that was a 'he-or-she-baby" so i discriminate-your-past
As a child you were disturbed, mildly-impressed by both penis and vaginas, blame-it-on-your-folks
Raised by asians-and-greeks, so you act like an invasion-of-freaks, frame-and-rapeing-baby-goats
A girl is lost and un-found, ill let her rot in her-town, belongs to a stupid boxer named 'Rapping-Paper'
All wrapped in his own-paper, cause before she left him hed hate-her, she did crack-and-i-take-her
He can throw all his fancy-fists, hell never defeat me with nancy-wrists, cause im a fucking counter-punch
Its been three "moons", shes starving-for-dick, i start carving-her-clit, its almost "noon" shes found-her-lunch
rappingpaper
My rhymes ooze with complexity, excuse my immensity but you dudes just choose jealously
I bruise with perplexity, abuse rappers mentally, fool, don't snooze on my energy
You through trynna mention me? I got screws loose, see, like a misuse of ecstasy
I cruise to my enemies with some weapons that'll pursuit thru his body like leprosy
I'm good at rapping paper, scrap the danger, I'll just attack you with a snapping razor
So raw, I would prank a stranger, with packs of rancid vapour, call me the fucking assassinator
I'll leave your children as orphans, with a separate building just for your organs
You're feeling appalling, you'll be left deaf in your ear like if you were concealing an organ
You a fag, forget it guy, Ima leave your body in such a state, it'll make your paramedic cry
And you'll just be left counting punches, mounting crutches, shoutin in ya ear like the loudest trumpets