.Huh I grew a herding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the rock quite frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break south
Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
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