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Eminem (THE POUND FOR POUND KING OF RAP)
hAVE U READ ABOUT WHAT NICK cannone detto ABOUT EMINEM?

HERE ARE SOME FROM NICK CANON'S BLOG.

…” Then I felt sorry for him because he must really be stuck in the past. Not only has his Musica not evolved, but also homeboy is still obsessed with my wife, the same female that wouldn’t let him get to secondo base from 8 years ago! He even describes his desperate lameness in this bad excuse for storytelling track. That’s some real middle school shit right there! (What type of grown culo man lies about getting with a chick) Only Slim Lamey! LOL!

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“Lily wake up, your gonna be late for school!” your mom yells shaking you… te open your eyes slowly….
“Huh?” te ask. “Its Monday already?” te ask confused thinking that it was only supposed to be Sunday…
“Yes, te must have been very tired last night,” te mom says with a smile……
“Yeah cause I don’t remember even going to bed,” te say. *wait… that sounds very bad* te think to yourself… your mom just smirks at you.. te give her a funny look she ignores it and walks out the room.
“Get dressed!” te hear her call back. te sigh and stand up… te slowly...

“Who is it?” te ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for te two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… te and Marshall look at each other confused, te both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t te gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout te tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, te know that,” te say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. te look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And te have that same expression on your face,” shes says. te still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at te and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients o something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” te say with the same expression on your face that te have had for the past 30 minuti according...