alright oojay the thread/
was dead/
I thought I'd bring it to life/
and giv myself some cred./
maybe u could go back/
and find a way to print/
all the stuff that was said/
before my stint/
and go paste it up on your wall/
and sleep w/ it at night/
stay away from my rhymes/
they're so vicious they bite/
and then you and your little/
stack of papers can go get married/
you better consumate soon/
cuz' she's starting to get buried/
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