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Date: 2004-02-05 04:44:06

Comment:

Whoever the nerd is who keeps pretending to be me everyone needs to know that its not me cos i  wud never rap as bad as that! MY RAPPING IS DA COOLIST OF DA COOL! IN NZ IM KNOWN AS THE WHITE EMINEM! YOU THINK IM LYING!?

im the master o' disaster, wicky wicky wild, im just being mild, hip hop a-hippity hop no yo don't stop, now this is the story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down, and i'd like ta take a minute just sit right dare, i'll tell yo how i became the prince of a town called bel-air, in west philadelfia born an raised, on the playground where i spent most of ma days, chillin out maxing relaxin all cool, and shootin some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple o' guys said we're up in no good, started makin trouble in ma neighbourhood, i got in one little fight an ma mom got scared, an said you're movin wit yo ante an uncle in bel-air, i begged an pleaded wit her the other day, but she packed ma suitcase an sent me on ma way, she gave me a kissin and she gave gave me ma ticket, i put m walkman on and said i might as well kick it, first class, yo dis iz bad, drinkin orange juice outta  a champagne glass, is dis what the people of bel-air livin like, Hmm dis might be alright! I whistled for a cab an when it came near the license plate said fresh an had dice in the mirror, if anythin i could say that dis cab was rare, but i thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air, I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, an i yelled to the cabby yo home smell yer later, looked at ma kingdom i waz finally there, to sit on ma throne as da prince of bel-air... word.


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