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Chris Cooper
rhymes are as funny as toy story bloopers,
got a black and white car labeled state trooper
in tha state of hillbillies, strippers, and dirty ass hookers,
where ill beat u twice cuz im not a fucken loser
home of tha turtles, raised by a rat, but born in a sewer.
Your rhymes need a lot of work
they're in bad condition,
they sound like they came from a dumbass
who wont fucken listen.
Raised as a mexican but still fucken white
caucasion,
spittin out rhymes that burn you
cuz im spittin out with radiation.
You need some motivation
in your fucked up rhymes,
either that or put mint in them
so they can smell good like Calvein Klein.
If they had a class for this rap shit
id have a blackbelt,
kickin ass everywhere like bruce lee
eyez of tha dragon they felt.
Either that or be like Rocky
knockin u out with two hits,
or like Pamela barely turns around
and she knocks me out with two tits.
Your mom keeps grabbin my dick
like its a banana,
she plays with tha hairs too
like strings being played by Santana.
A lot of people have givin me death threats
i think i need more security than tha president,
becuz at least hes not in a bad situation.
Then ill do like tradition
take a slut to tha oval office,
tell her to assume tha position
do her thing until she starts coughin.
WHO WANTS TO BATTLE ME ON THIS SHIT???
"put my name in your lyrics and ill hit u back with some of mine"
or give it some of your own comments
