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Originally Posted by Crumb's Crunchy Delights
she liked figs
i liked pigs
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oh, my.
golly, gee.
you got sand in yr pants
from sleeping
with sandra dee
yr rap was out of line
it's just Rob and me.
before you come to battle
you have to pay the fee
you see?
well, I clearly don't
think two lines can save you homes?
nah, it won't.
yr pwnt.
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Originally Posted by SYRFox
I pawn ya head, (yeah he pawns ya)
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since yr from france
I'll go easy
yr new jack shit
is fucking cheesy
like nachos,
but without hot sauce
yr stepped into this battle
one step
and you lost.
yeah, I can rhyme
sauce with lost
I can go on beat
or go off when I'm crossed.