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Yo, Iggy Iggy, I can't say this enough, but you tall Ashley buff, you got long hair, and you're ing enough, ing it up on the radio. Sometimes you ing, you're ing it up because you're ing it up. Well, your vocal time and your vocal clown. Vocal, uh, Talent ain't ing uh, Around for all down talk because you uh uptime here with a with the ing career .

Uh, 15 alone in Miami. You were ing near it. You can near the ing, uh, Break point. You're near the ing uh, clip yet they were playing your clip. When you were ing sucking, dick, getting sick of cum in your ing belly. You said, I'mma used to tell you, call it, someone come out here and give you some ing uh, fetty and tell me.

I'm ing uh Not a felon, a felon. Uh, you up is what I gotta ing put up with and I'm Iggy Azalea and you're ing not enough kid, but fill me up. Anyways. You know? Remember it like it was a ing pool pool guy, cuz I'm a fool guy.

I'm rap ing attack, bastard. You just don't even know. I look like a blonde ass little . He gets what I like to get ed with a pig made out of plaster. Last Eminem rap style and I don't can wrap style like Eminem Cuz I like Reese's Pieces was for sure.

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