Orgazmo, what happened? your first shot was good
I expected more from you, I thought that you would
come up with something creative and make some sort of sense
threaten me with a gun again, bitch, and I'll make you past tense
you see, J.C. always hits the ground runnin
you'll hide out away from me, till you think that I'm done then
you come out of hiding to find I smoked your cousin
you're best to move away to moscow or dublin
cause like a porn actress, you never know when I'm really comin
it's obvious you're outclassed, I can almost imagine how that felt
but you still can't fuck with my style... like it's wearin a chastity belt
I realize you're using what little you have, the cards you were dealt
but stay the fuck away from me, or your vanilla ice rhymes might melt
you're just a decoy, sent to annoy
you're not foolin me, I see through your ploy
I'm gonna tell your secret to all of the hoi polloi
you're not Orgazmo, you're fuckin Choda Boy
so stay the fuck back, get off of my sack
you couldn't fuck with my shit if you were a fecalpheliac
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