(If 2pac had a set of balls...
this is what he'd say)
I'm the real pac,
I'll blow up your spot,
and jot,
a few lyrics,
now hear this,
I'm 2pac!
I'm 2pac!
everybody’s running around like
“yo 2 dudes got shot”
I faked my death,
I was equipped with a bullet proof vest,
I was riding in that whip with Suge
it was a benz black.
and it was blessed,
I left the las vegas cops to clean up my mess,
las vegas is crooked as fuck
on the take and
holy shit I just faked my death!,
how this all worked out?
I never had a plan
shit.
I just guessed,
I bought out all of the media outlets
and gave them a story about my death
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there I just confessed!,
I got away with it too
because I've got a whole bunch of dirt on the u.s. government
involving weed.cocaine.heroin.and meth,
I'm hiding out in brockton mass
and aaron is my fucking alias,
this is as close to coming back as I can get
I'm sorry
but any thing more will have me under arrest,
as far as this conspiracy theory goes
what a fucking mess!,
I packed a 9 last year
in 99 I'm packing 2 now,
I'm back
I left a clue here and there
but only a few were like
“ew wow!'

Author's notes:
I'm not crazy - 2pac's crazy!!!
This is a battle rap - now it's 2pac's turn
to write a reply pretending to be me
(making fun of me).
By 1josephjohn
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