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Screw the West Coast
won't be rangin' out
there, no
Screw the west Coast
and your cross eyed stares
Joe.

Screw the West Coast,
sorry, but no go.
Screw your snafu face
and your prickly head space.
What a crime
I'm short on time
to whip you into shape
Screw the West Coast
Can't trick me with
your swanky sour spew.
Spinning your webs
of fine spiders silk.
Mess with this fly's head
I'll make a meal outta you.
dip you in buttermilk.

Screw the West Coast
You put the perfect crime
in my East Coast mind
When I lie awake at night
You were the one who drew first blood
Now,get jazzed and ready,
for the fight of your life.
Screw the West Coast.
At least the East Coast has some balls.
Don't you boldly advertise how you specialize
in lamo, curtain calls.

Screw the West Coast
You didn't invent peace or love
It's a shell game,
a bait and switch
I wonder if you even know
the meaning of these words
So, make your wish,
you heartless snitch.
I get burnt and buried
deeper in your murky ground
Screw The West Coast
Don't fuss about how
I'm damming up your flow
When all you are and
could ever be is a nasty, slutty, ho
Instead ask yourself more painful questions
who are you and what it is you do not know.

Screw the West Coast
I've tried to get a fix on you.
You're like some fourteen leveled Rubic's Cube
I've given up trying to figure out
the riddle that is you
because when I do,
my face turns ghostly white to crimson red,
then to a suffocating shade of blue
Screw the West Coast
You're in too deep
your cover has been blown
Read a book off my book list byatch
and get off your flippin' phone

Screw the West Coast
your vivid colors got smudged up
having missed the day in school
when the other kids drank nectar
from the loving cup

Screw the West Coast
the shwag you are slingin'
The horse you are bangin'
What a junkie's brew
your only claim to fame is
seeing stars from huffing airplane glue
Screw the West Coast

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