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Spit yo best bars/freestyle off the top of the dome...

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Your mom is hot

She got caught

Sucking the snot

Out of my fugstick.

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

I don't like rhymes

Penis

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Traffic, Traffic

Lookin' for my chapstick

Feelin' kinda car sick

There's a ford maverick

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Traffic, Traffic

Lookin' for my chapstick

Feelin' kinda car sick

There's a ford maverick

lol Malibu's Most Wanted.

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If none of your raps actually rhyme in any way, nor have any sort of flow to the syllables, isn't that in essence just talking?

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No freestyle is whatever comes off the top of the dome,you can try to rhyme but really it is about thinking quick and going with the flow.

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The Georgia Dome or Superdome?

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I imagine PN as one of the guys in the car at the red light in the Clayton Bigsbee video.

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Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be vergins if the crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go boom-boom, and yo' guns go wow-pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie

I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks

Got thirty-five bodies, Buddy don't make it thirty-six

Step to this you're good as gone, word is born

I leave mics torn when I put it on

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Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be vergins if the crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go boom-boom, and yo' guns go wow-pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie

I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks

Got thirty-five bodies, Buddy don't make it thirty-six

Step to this you're good as gone, word is born

I leave mics torn when I put it on

Ok brah this is some trill flow off da dome right here.Nice!

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1, 2 3 and to the 4

back shakin the dust off

knockin the rust off

all hinesses

concord's finestest

back with the addict of fanatic

the hype fan

just me, my boys

and a mic stand

for those of you in doubt from the start

and don't realize

it took daddy uncle all day to get down to ya

let em know how carolina huddle rolls

rollin' to da british colony

all dem other brothers want to follow me

cuz dey know dey aint da best

my raps be better than kanye west

dey try to beat me, I bus' em in da chest

cuz you don't mess with da best.YEAH!

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