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Date: 2004-02-09 07:44:33

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SHUT UP FAG! TO EVERYONE, THIS FAKER IS NOT THE REAL DIREOSWALD! HE IS JUST TRYING TO BE ME BECAUSE HE KNOWS I CAN RAP AND HE CAN'T!!!

I'm hearin' you still taking that shit but none of your actions here are speakin' to me
I'm talkin' it, walkin' it, my stompin' style will stop your movement'
Hold up who's this? (aarrah!) Still leavin' you with cuts and bruises
So cut the bullshit before I rrrrock your face with a pool stick
Dirty, Dawnraid and Frontline, P-Money, scribe, savage and con Psy
These are all my boyfriends dog
Everybody is feelin' that shit, I'm eating it an out your speakers like Ill Seamen
On stage for the crowd reaction, Everyone just bounce on my ass
Keep it movin', uh-huh, New Zealand music sucks major balls
South Aucland raise your arms!!
Let me see you throw it up!! And then let me eat it up!!
And I will always represent my crew decep-deceptikonz! What!!

You know who this is, act right
It's the kid comin' up your ass
Wrote enough drafts, know enough raps, off the head skill that'll crush cats
But it's hard to spit the cum cos it tastes so good
And y'all insist on droppin' comparisons
And y'all who sit, mouths runnin' and chatterin'
Get off my dick, it's my turn for an ass pounding
Y'all don't want no part of this, uopn this ish
I serve the ill like a pharmacist, I'm on to this
I've been broke like promises
so if you get me started kid you're gonna see the consequences and y'all
Don't want that
'Cos I stay on, gimmie you're words to suck dick on
and I'ma make your writtens look thick like you lost your pen and wrote in my ass
But yo, y'all should play the back like scenery
I'm dope, the writings on the wall like graffiti
So y'all can't even hold your own
While I'm having phone sex with my moma on the telephone
You get a manicure if you're goin' toe to toe
Suppose you know, that I treat tracks like kicks 'cos I'm clean when I lace mine
I break minds, If I put a watch in a bum that's the only scene where I waste time having gay fun
Let's go

Scribe's here so give it up,
I never put the mic down cos I fuck it up
I rip it up so dope the year, everybody want a hit of us, I'm getting fucked in here, wat wat?
But y'all need to breathe because you're hiccin' up
We refuse to leave until we get knocked up
Yo, they think I'm drugs because I come in the club
and I be dancin' by myself because I have no friends, what-what?
Scribe on the mic I write an elegant flow
Even drop adagio for the retardedly slow (like me)
Not hypotheically, physically lettin' you know
I got my ass packed tight with dick and we're ready to go
Made some mistakes in the past, that was yesterday
Today I got aids and I'm in a bad way
Forever bringing together what you seperate
So whether, you like it or not I'ma masturbate
You know this rhyme is takin' time to celebrate
Relax and take a breath y'all ,
I'm here to stay and not goin' away
Cos I have no life and this is all I do y'all
And can I get a 'yes yall'? yes-yes y'all!!
ooh-ooooh! I think I'm gonna cum
Theres...check it out
No...check it out
One...check it out (ain't noone as retarded as me!)
Like me

Can you please give it up for Savage!
It's all good, thank you! it's all good when you come to my hood
Can you please give it up for Savage!
It's all good, Yeah!
Thank you! Very much!
Peace!