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Here's the truth @my about P.D.
I will knock you off your key bored rapidly
Envy you are, of my ghetto rhyming slam
Shh!!Who really cares who I AM
"lmfao!"Your slam back was a lame attack
My poetic illusions will drop you way back
Look Mrs.Thing your idea is all whack
Trying to tag me with your v.d. laying in your sack
It did not take much to soften you up a bit
This Destroyer knew exactly where to hit
P.S. You are lucky I am not a man, 
or else I'd be FREAKING you where you stand

You are the one who was  born, and breeded  on a ranch
Are you trying to tell me that any Cock-a- doodle doo for you
I get it @my trailer trash corner stop queen
Your an easy CRACKER to break, Without buttering you up with cream
Time for you to play quiet, before my slam hits you like a riot

Funny how you think all Mexicans come with food stamps
This bodacious *MEX*babe  has an ego your white @$$ can't touch
@my stop before I hit you like a menstrual cramp
Stop e-mailing me to join your  Girl Scout cookie gang
@my we all know how low you go to get a bang

Get yourself off that corner park
Your undies are leaving a nasty  trade mark
With a smelly stain saying @my pulls more than a trix out your hat.
We all know how you trailer trash red heads roll
Always bending and posing like a dirty rat

Thank you for the GRAND SLAM, sadly I am still hungry
Do you still need a ride when your shift ends at DENNY'S
Sorry babe I will pass on the invite to drink 
I have no license to baby-sit  Hillbilly's with attitude
Okay moonshine don't  need your white out puking all over P.D.
What's that smell is it the pubes stuck between your teeth
Hey White Chick my IQ level is bigger than your crack
Here you go I tucked your Camel-Toe back
Stupidity like yours is always gonna get you smack
I have no use for your wise cracks
Go shoot them up your veins, before you get a withdraw attack
Okay friend when you are ready to slam back
Don't bring your tea pot party backpack
Thanks for calling me a sweetie, I also offer you my pity
Miss thing you ain't got what it takes to slap me till I fall
When you thought I was a man didn't you offer me a booty call
Okay @my trailer trash wanna be a star
Bending over for cash ain't gonna get you far

Yes  I sit when I take a wiz, but if I could stand I'd spell
Your name @my and smile while I jerk my hand to your dirty slam
It's time for me to slow down my role  home girl
No need to cry, while my slam makes your head twirl
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