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| I'm thinking about becoming a rapper. | |
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| Then start kickin' it old school, bitch! | |
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That night at the rap battle...
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| Old lady, give it a rest, you messin' with the best, god damn i'm so ferocious, all you got is osteoporosis! | |
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| Old enough to be your grandmother but i don't want to, damn ugly waste of space nobody wants you, this bling bling round my neck be jinglin', my right arm be tinglin'... | |
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Later that night at the hospital...
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I'm sorry, son. It looks like she freestyled her way to heaven. | |
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| By viciously fighting in that rap battle, she won our hearts...too bad hers stopped working. | |
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