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***Freestyle Battleground***
Yo Paperboy....
lets go we gon start it off rite
paperboy, lay down, tell mama goodnite
Im droppin strait flames my mouth is on fire
Im like burnin rubber call me the firestone tire
If you the paperboy, then i am yo supplier,
Im takin yo route, nigga you is fired
Lets be real, you don wanna be my first victim
So why don you jus give up mow and sit bac and listen
Like Ice Cube once said bout the NWA team
Paperboy take it from niggas wit no vaseline
No homo thats the honst truth
Ill take yo rap contract, get you kicked out the booth
So don try an jock my style, cause kid you cant hang
I rap holdin my dick, hangin low like jibbs chain
Yo chick tellin me she wanna give me brain,
She a strait hoe, get my niggas lets run train
But back to the subject this gon be yo death
Got you hooked to my lines like you smokin crystal meth
Im da nati's finest, you jus a local lame
And when this **** is over, you wont forget da name
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