Some nancy-boy called Prancehall is SENDING for me but that's cool, I'll dead him quick, nothing long. He seems to have a weird fixation with my age - 31 by the way, you can see it on myspace - cos kid, I ain't got nothing to hide. He began the bait beef after adding me to his myspace with the message:
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Tiny Prancer : Jan 29, 2006 11:12 AM
i think we're gonna have to clash.
my blog is getting pure less hits recently.
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'"Come on Hattie C, we want war-bars war-bars/ You're a war mc, we want war-bars." Please Prancey, shut ya mouth/ Cos my similes will give you scars/ I've got metaphors that'll make you gasp like you've got SARS/ My punch-lines are gonna hit you so hard you'll be seeing stars/ At the end of the day, kid, I'm Jay Z and you're clearly Nas.'
I might be Rula but I don't need you as my pussy, George. Your real identity is the thing in question here. Why you hiding? What you ashamed of? Ugly boat, acne, boils or you just scared? You can talk shit, but can you take it cuzzy?
Anyway, keep coming with the beef, I hope you get your page views up to 48 or maybe even 50, but until I see a face or a name, I'm not interested. I got a magazine to run, articles to write and music to listen to. Out. Love Rula x
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