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Man , Bones raps like he's on fire
Spittin out rhymes like a dirty liar
Others join in the the vicious rhyme
Some got beat, others aint got the time
To churn out raps, hour after hour
Faces look like they ate sumtin sour
The call Me Spiny-Wonka
But I aint here ta taunt ya
I simply came to display
My horrible rappin forte
I can't rap and I can't dance
Even then I wouldn't have a chance
I'm just a white boy, with no thought or plan
I just sit around all day, playin the Megaman
Maybe If I made the time
To sit down and actually think out a line
But I don't, and that's why I'm lame
Aint got no rythem, aint got no game.
But I got one annoument
One Federal Endoucment
While Bones have a Big B on his Cape
He's still the victim of Redneck Rape
Hangin out at the Glory Hole, every single day
His Momma never relized, that he was so gay.
So that's my sorry insult,
The Creed of my cult
Please don't hurt me to bad
I'm just glad
To hang with the big boys
Even though they use Anal Toys.
I'm..sorry too.... *walks away*
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Spinach in Need is Spinach Indeed
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