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Deal with with this motherfuckers
- my skill never ever will
- be copied
- put you 2 sleep like nyquil
- if you try to drop me
- cause until im dead
- ill keep getting better
- and sever your head drink the bloodshed
- watch your head roll
- then my style switch
- ill snatch your soul and
- make it my bitch
- i make you quiver and shake
- shiver and ache, then wake and bake
- defeat all the slithering snakes
- slice you up in sections like a birthday cake
- then go off in celebration, explain in lamation
- that im god and welcome to your damnation
- my lamation of narration
- make your brain sore, make you hit
- the floor. then eat up the guts cause
- thats what i came for
- popping the pills, running to hills
- will always kill until
- my body is burned to ashes
- cause ill kill a fool with a passion
- sliding in the blood with zero traction
- man im losin my mind, but you never seen
- rhymes as stupid as mine, put all Mc's in a line
- and shoot em in the balls with a nine, or we could
- take a puff of the dime, to help through rough times
- Dont fuck with me capche?
- the beast about to be unleashed
- causing havoc on the streets
- muder everyones ears with these rhymes
- and beats, up in the world records......killing
- the feats, deep in the heat, making meals
- out of both the strong and the weak
- leaving bodies in shit creeks.....well their
- future was always bleak
- fuck rules, throw me in a pack of wolves
- and ill emerge the leader of the pack
- with heaters on my back
- these artists wanna blow up? well
- we will stuff some grenades up your ass crack
- My rhymes are unbearable, your lines are just terrible
- my skills are uncomparable, dont add fuel to the fire
- im king, bow down and rule to the sire
- cause you just another rapper for hire
- not moving anywhere like a flat tire
- im going to snatch your clientele, blow you to all hell
- like shrapnel coming from a grenade, my verses be so
- sick that everyones contracts aids
- Im all alone, with a chrome, ready to put it
- upside your dome, with this infared at your head
- towards the sky, the sky turns red when you die
- you flow like those tears from your eyes
- but imma river, make you shiver, and encass you
- and corner ya, give you hypothermia, no one
- will miss, no ones ever heard of ya, jesus christ
- yall can be so creepy in the head, bye bye
- sleepyhead, tryna fuck with me like you flow?
- you better know, i control the mic like a pimp
- controls a hoe, but i got zero dough, shit i aint no baller
- but ill still go wild and buck, cause broke people
- dont give a motherfuck
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