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Johnny Corpse picked that name 'cause his lyrics ain't live.
In peril like a horse stumbled on a bee hive.
I wrote stronger raps at the age of five.
"I stab you in the face,
I hit you in the face"
Your simple little threats leave a terrible taste
And a smell
but I won't dwell
On your inspid flavor,
Instead let's move on to your inappropriate behavior.
Now listen Johny Dead,
You come on this thread
Disrespect whats been said,
But only offer lyrics on par with Right Said Fred.
I don't give a crap if you really "hate rap."
But you shouldn't of fucked with us,
Cause now your mom's got the Clap
That's right, that's right
Because we fucked her bareback.
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I hold with those that favor fire.
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