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journey to being the top rapper

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Oct 2002 · 6 comments

Yo all u crites out there my peeps and me challenge u 2 a duel not wit swords man, wit words man Just cos my edu-cation was gone, does not make me stupid boy I learnt from life From my motha getting mugged for the ten pence she had To my sister prostituting herself to sick men Just for a loaf o bread I learnt da language of da streets How dey dirty at night but disgusting in the day. I saw men so stricken, them could not wait till nightfall to steal How dare u call me stupid I'm not from ur racist world I don speak your language!

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[n/a] god'swife 18-Oct-02/8:47 PM Reply

You're world sounds more racist then mine. Your sister has food stamps, she doesn't need to trade sex for bread.

[4] <{Baba^Yaga}> 23-Oct-02/12:13 PM Reply

you're funny, but not like pooh with a handful of honey.. you want a duel..go get your snaps..it's on to lasvegas.i'm the king at craps..seven, eleven or haven't you heard..i'm in your grandma's bathroom and i'm doing the bird..but not to over step my highschool brain..that's why they call me Lord Celophane. Bitchh

[3] jessicazee 23-Oct-02/4:18 PM Reply

good luck at the lucrative world of pro rapping. i heard there's a real market these days!

[7] deleted user 2-Dec-02/6:58 AM Reply

Wespect, G

[10] cleverdevice 3-Dec-02/1:34 AM Reply

Very good, in fact its bad (in true gansta style).

[n/a] Bachus 7-Dec-02/5:38 PM Reply

hee hee, tee tee..chicky chaw do we we.