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Holla hookas and pimps,
This is the DJ Melly Dell.
Introducing, the oh so famous.
Stunna Rae, and Stunna Jay.
Hit it mommas.

The ladies with DS,
Are what I like best.
The ladies with the wonk eye,
Are the ones I like.

Doucette, where ya mannas at.
Don't ya know, ya gotta hide that fat.
Ya trippin ovas stoools, actin like a foool.
From it and that, Why ya dissin the blacks.

Mara, gurl you got fine skin.
Gurl, it's kinda bad you dyin'
What's goin' on with ya momma.
Is she dead yet, oh the drama.

Wait, wait.
Gurls you must be trippin'

Oh, well what cha mean ma?

I mean, why ya gotta be dissin, this is a nice rhyme.

Alright, little mama, here we go.

Spread them legs,
Work them thighs.
Say my name.
Scream your lies.

Get bent now baby.
We can do it all night.
Now,Dont get lazy.
C'mon I don't bite.

Let's get into the ring,
And throw a punch.
Hurry up,
Imma throw a bunch.

We're the cool kids, hangin out.
Gettin crunk, aint life without.
We mosh in our spare time.
We make ourselves look fine.
I see your uno brow, and your thick mustache.
Could you shave somehow, and maybe fast.
We're the ghetto kids, from your block.
We do it way better than John Hock.
We've got hundreds of friends,
But most of them hatas.
We rollin' in a benz,
We'll pick ya up lata.

Ya think your all that
Your think your hardcore crunk
You got a dirty face
Achne all over the place
big boobs no bra
You wanna fight
You can barely draw
You think you're a stunna
YOu want to meet my fist
Thunder and lightening
Ill go crazy on yo bitch.


We're the cool kids, hangin out.
Gettin crunk, aint life without.
We mosh in our spare time.
We make ourselves look fine.
I see your uno brow, and your thick mustache.
Could you shave somehow, and maybe fast.
We're the ghetto kids, from your block.
We do it way better than John Hock.
We've got hundreds of friends,
But most of them hatas.
We rollin' in a benz,
We'll pick ya up lata.

I think she hates me.
Hellz Yeeeaah.

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