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Thursday, September 16, 2010

When I am down I resort to rhyme,
it vents shit good pretty much all the time.
Things seem fine, but some people are just one kind.
Never fail to boast what they have, things which I can't find.
Arrogant motherfuckers I call em, so what if they're rich.
I still won't say "Excuse me", I stay with "Step off, Bitch"
Next up I should be moving on,
drop my pen and look forlorn.
But I can't do that I'm same as D12,
I'm a fucking superstar rapper powerhouse.
Look at how they dissed Ja Rule,
8 versus 1, this time it's cool.
So from now I'll be cramping stuff in my head
But right now I'll head to bed.
This my last jam until after EOY
MC Snigger here to wave goodbye.



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