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HFK vs Jack Shitt
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King of the Dot
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Jack Sh*tt called my phone the other day like, "This new girl that I'm seeing is so beautiful." I'm like, "No, she's got an Addam's apple and I saw her peeing at a urinal." Now your sh*t is off beat You better chill at the 'f**k off' tree And he came and gave me a long hug when he saw me I'm like, "Get the f**k off me!" I'm like, "yo, let's go hit the models, find a b*t*h who swallow Are you down for this sh*t tomorrow?" He's like, "Nah, I'm chilling with the guys and playing spin the bottle." I give you lyrical pain, you amateur 'Cause you are one of the lamеst challengers And uh, Jack Sh*tt's dressеd like a Persian who just came to Canada So I guess that means that this guy is a FOB And you should really quit rhyming, dog And will somebody please go out there and find a job for Silent Bob Your mom is one ugly a** c**t, but I still groped her a** and f**ked her And I still can't believe I'm here battling a f**king yoga cla** instructor And look man, I've always been told that the real should rap fly And who the f**k are you supposed to be, Feel Good's rabbi? You're a f**king queer Who can't even chug a beer Sitting at home watching The Wonder Years And after every two bars he has to touch his beard You are not a hero And how could you act like you're not a weirdo And your rap is so boring that I'd rather sit down and watch your beard grow Now story always gets me a good laugh 'Cause his wife left him and took half She took away his home, his car, and his boat, what a mean a** b*t*h And he's like, "Are you gonna take away my rhyme book too?" She's like, "No, you can keep that sh*t." You got hot breath, boy, I think you need a Tic Tac, Jack And put on a rasta hat, what do we have? The man on the Zig-Zag pack Now lay back and listen All your lame raps are bitten And you shouldn't battle 'til we have a King of the Dot, caveman division Jack was gonna go to jail, and I'm like, "That's terrible, you're gonna get raped by big fat dudes, with tattoos." And he's like, "Damn dude. How the f**k is that bad news?" I'm, I'm about to kick this man in the back 'Cause I'm sick and tired of his faggity crap And will somebody get Rells here and tell him that this battle is a wrappity wrap Well, that was terrible But you should quit rapping and start an emo band And f**k Brendan Frasier, he could've won an Oscar playing Encino Man He's mad wack, I'm a genius My damn raps are the meanest And you look like Moses, but you magically open your a** crack for a p*n*s You like giving mad dough to d**kless man hoe just to lick his a**hole? And I really can't show that he's Vincent van Gogh mixed with Fidel Castro This man is just my fan Embarra**ing this maggot is my plan And you'll never dare walk in my country, 'cause we execute faggots in Iran I never expected your rhymes to be this wack But I like your mother, she irons my shirts and even lines up my chin strap F**k you d**k mouth, I hope you croak and your world ends And growing up, he found sports too violent, so he skipped rope with his girlfriend I'm so nutty Leave your mom's c**t so bloody And who's wacker than Jack Sh*tt? Nobody! Why don't you go find Nick Nolte, and tell him you wanna lick his d**k slowly And I came all the way here tonight to find out that Mick Foley, has a little thing for me Battling me, you just walked in a land of evil Big beard, smells like sh*t, doesn't he look like he's been camping, people? Now I think that Jack has lost I don't think that Jack's a boss And he's still happy, I'm like, "why?" He's like "'cause Rachel's back with Ross!" Now let me ask you a question, since when did you become a fiend, Jesus? And you should quit rapping and go back to acting, Joaquin Phoenix And yeah I'm overweight, it's 'cause I enjoy the biggest of burgers But you went to a plastic surgeon He's like, "Hey now, Jack, I am not a miracle worker" And check it, yo F**k it, bruh I don't wanna hear this wack kid's damn rhymes And check it out, Kaliente, this is Jack Sh*tt's gang sign (limp wrist arm gesture) So why don't you grab your faggot friend And go back to St. Catharines And never come back again... Jacqueline You'll hurt in many ways, 'cause you're gay and wack with rhymes And his parents go to church every day, just to pray for Jack to die
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