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- My lyrics is a mix of rap and poetry
- I construct all of my tracks immorally
- You pussies is fake like a masked sorority
- If you front on me, I give yo ass a warranty
- That you'll get burned, I'm warning these fake MCs
- I make 'em see I'm able to put a vacancy
- In their head, my bars often so complicated
- My shit defeats MCs with ease, you'd think a monster made it
- I put rappers to sleep with the lyrical dexterity
- Rhymes impairing these barely spitting cats, they scared of me
- Allegedly, you think you're able to blurt out a nice line
- But murderous rhymes of mine will murk you at night time
- They leaving purple marks on skin of anyone
- Either bruises or blisters 'cause they hot as the very sun
- I ain't using no pistols, only lead from my pencil
- In creating these sentences, my head's my utensil
- The percentage of survivors of my verbal wrath is zero
- If shit happens to me now, I'll be remembered as a hero
- But the chance of clapping me down is nonexistent
- Constantly break laws of constitution and physics
- There's difference in your structure and atoms that are kept in me
- If I ever got you clapped, it won't be felony
- You prolly want our confrontation to vanish from your memory
- Finna have you crawling like a maggot or a centipede
- Because my words toxic like acid, strong as metal be
- It was always easy to pass the class of chemistry
- Counting on my semantics to do unethical, kill
- And it's gotta be paid off like medical bills
- My metaphors will come alive and slay you greedy foes
- The three wishes I asked for made the genie fold
- You'd probably lay off rapping if you made a mill'
- You can't call yourself a true MC then, your shit ain't for real
- If you use a ghostwriter, you never in the convo
- If you disagree or front, you peasants get a hot blow
- [You're a fiasco, but you ain't on Lupe's level](Lupe Fiasco)
- I'm a combination between Hussein and devil
- I got more rhymes than Bruce Wayne do papes
- [You listened to all EPMD, still you ask who's Jane](EPMD has 7 songs about Jane. If you listened to EPMD's whole catalogue, and you still don't know who's Jane, you're fucking stupid)
- The freak MCs get eaten by blue flames, you claim
- You won't lose games we play, but today, you'll meet two saints
- One's me on mic and one's Christ, in rap I'll lose faith
- The day booze rains from the sky, on top of G's but fuck Andrew Tate
- [This lake, there's yellow on the bottom like Ukraine](a dead body usually turns yellow or white)
- The weird methods of spitting of this dude's inhumane
- It's easy to get dirty like you put on new paint
- Believe me, it ain't worth it to have a removed brain
- [And have a screwed face like the act of irrumatio](the act of irrumatio is the act of giving head, thus having your face fucked/screwed)
- [I stick to the art, the craft with no glue sprayed](art, craft, glue)
- [You claim you killing when your nine popping like Wu Tang](nine popping as in a gun popping. Wu Tang Clan has nine members, if you're popping, it's a slang for being popular)
- But you forgot about me, the real top of the food chain
- I'm screaming and shouting, arousing the demons
- I'm wilding and feasting, clowning on people
- Claim your shit is the bomb, but not even miners dig it
- [My shit most toxic like Sydney web funnel spider bit it](it's literally the most toxic spider in the world)
- I don't ever hold back, I pillage who I like to pillage
- I know you fuck with this, so come here, don't fight the feeling
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