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yr rhymes numb the mind like novocaine
my rain strikes the brain like a freight train
convulsions and seizures, the shit's off the chain
it's too bad that yr rhymes are vanilla plain
Rocky Road is the load from my frigidaire
chocolate, nuts and 'mallos as you are aware
sonic youth is the truth, I'm quite debonair
you pretend it's Baby Ruth squeezed out yr derrierre
internal rhyme scheming, Shakespeare must be dreaming
Those 5 heavy 'gasms had yr momma beaming
she told me to tell you your rhymes are demeaning
down the slippery slope your rap skilz are careening
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