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lil italy colabo
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Date Posted: 19:15:24 01/04/03 Sat
Icy Vyne's become a victom of Italy's rythme book,
You think Italy's scared? No, i've got you shook,
Look learn and listen,
And drool over Italy's lyrical compostion,
Your decent, almost my level, you show ambition,
But seriously stop tripin,
I've hit you harder, an now your lyrics are limpin,
Your wak lyrics dont faze,
I'mma flow master so gaze,
I'm done playin,
I suggest you start prayin,
First off you dont know Italy,
I'mma Originator like Jay-z,
Player please,
Italy's raps rip through you like an Ebloia disease,
Neva had a chance to step away slowly,
I'll put you in a place where kids will find you moldy,
U make me sick wit ya thoughts of mind,
Sit back, relax its only a matter of time,
Till i blow up your spot, revealing ya fakeness,
Throbbin heart, sweaty palms, you can't take this,
Let me hit chu wit a rythme u aint ready for,
U was somthin before till i came now your no more,
When i peeped ur flow i was surprised,
Ya sucked horribly, your lines of lies,
Cant match up so throw in the towel,
I joke when i say i'm dirty, but your straight up foul,
Word on the street is you got more disease than the STD it self,
U really ain't been in this game long I can tell,
So think twice about your next come back,
I would really hate to have to come on and react,
Deep throat my dick and let your lips touch my sack,
At your rate to #1 your way off track,
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