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Scene: talking in the lunchroom cafeteria
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[Swel Boogie]
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So you wanna battle me, you wanna battle me bring it
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Don't talk to nobody bring it to me, if you wanna battle....
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[GR8 Scott]
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Whateva' kid stop trying to show-off....
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[Swel Boogie]
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Who's you first of all?? nobody knows you up in here....
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[GR8 Scott]
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Whateva kid, don't matter who i am....
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[Swel Boogie]
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I'm Swel Boogie, whos you?? yo Q give me a beat
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He wanna battle me, give me a beat Q....
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[GR8 Scott]
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You ain't nothin' kid, you a ugly muthafucka, say your shit kid....
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[Swel Boogie]
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Come on super belly, fat man....
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[GR8 Scott]
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Whateva' fix your teeth, see the tooth fairy....
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[Swel Boogie]
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Looka here we got fruitcakes in the house, yo check it, check it
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beat: Q-Unique beating on the lunchroom tables
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freestyling....
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[Swel Boogie]
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Man please, come on you just a bitch tryna flip
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And I can tell your nervous, why you got a twitch in your lip
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Cuz you ain't got nothing for me, you corny, I know you saw me
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Hitting up your moms, cuz she was horny, and it was forny, funny
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[GR8 Scott]
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Shut up dummy, learn how to speak
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That's why your girl and your moms told me to sperm on her cheek
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Now you done did it, try to battle me and you got calm looks
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You 'bout to come get burnt like all the food that your mom cooks
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And then one minute later, your gonna end up on the floor dead
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You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead
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I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune
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And you supposed to be the illest nigga that rhymes in this lunchroom
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[Swel Boogie]
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Like everyone in this lunchroom including you better beware i'm the best
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Just from looking at you, I can tell your mom's got hair on her chest
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Cuz your eyebrows connect and their so long your lips will feel it
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I'm on some shit that when i flipping......
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[GR8 Scott]
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I got that shit that you can't deal with, see you need me to save you
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You know why?? cuz you don't have a flow, your breath smells like a platano
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[Swel Boogie]
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HOLD UP ASSHOLE, don't be tryna cut me off, cuz you soft
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And, that's the second time you did that, ima send yo ass to the north
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Pole where its freezing, and its come on, bad for your health
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Somebody pass him a tissue, he's drooling on himself
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What, come and get it, your debted than somebody with aids
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I'ma play you like spades, hang your ass like dreads or braids
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You don't want it, if you did, then your ass be a fool
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I'ma embarass you so bad, your gonna transfer to another school
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[GR8 Scott]
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Embarassed never that, i'm too dope, hell yeah
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And you ain't going no where but the lunchline or welfare
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You ain't even passing your classes, your brain is rusty, oil it
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And you couldn't drop no shit, if you was sitting on the toilet
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You ain't nothing, look at all the rhymes that you be hitting with
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My little sister burned your freestyle, my freestyle burned your written
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shit
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Soon you'll be in denial, and you're not gonna recall
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That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald
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I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up
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You need one haircut, plus about 33 shape ups
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So go ahead and laugh at him, and i'ma come and take props
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I'm the magnificent M.C., that's why they call me GR8 Scott
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[Swel Boogie]
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Why's you tellin' me your name, your friendless
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You ????, you gotta ???? and you call him your princess
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You a ????, you cheesy like a dorito
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To get higher than me, come on you gotta smoke weed yo
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Fuck battlin', i'ma whip yo ass you punk
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To battle me, you don't need a mic, you need a asthma pump
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Money grip, when i come around you seein' the bombs
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You a pervert, jerking off the pornos of me and your moms
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Money you wack, and umm I think its best you pray
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You the type to get beat up, even if it ain't freshmen day
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Come on man, ahh come on, I ain't scared a ya
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You so poor the only time you eat is in the lunchroom cafeteria
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You ain't even graduating, opportunity doors will slam in your face
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You been in the school so long, you'll take the janitors place
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Money grip, an |