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You whities are trying to hard to live the lifestyle
Get off your front porch drop your 40's awhile
Malt liquor ain't where your rhyme should be born
or From a whitey in black heat on a TFP forum.
Your rhymes are all whack, while you pat yourselves on the back
just cause bones took the train on that one way track.
Yeah Bones got banned, don't fret for him bro,
I'm sure deep down in his banned land he knows,
it's a blessing that showed up in a costume disguized,
cause he ain't here for me to knock him between his eyes.
But you poor white boys will do just the same
Step up to the mic, keep pretending like you got game
That banned trian will come back, you'll bored of your own volition
Cause you ain't never gonna make the white boy transition.
You talk about schools, i teach my own house rulezes,
Your white, your rhymes suck, and you lookin like foolzes.
There's only one way this truth's gonna sink in,
step to me my friends, and the truth begins.
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