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balls in your mouth
- I’m making you pay. Sippin’ Bombay when I bomb bays,
- Like Pearl Harbor, It’ll be a long day once I get these bombs laid
- Shots sprayed at ya hombres, you getting skinned like a cat
- It’s a hot day in hell so tell these people it’s a wrap
- Get zapped, left slipping into a coma, chest twitchin’
- Even the best left wishing for death with their pecs missing
- Next mission. flex with a tec got it pressed to my next victim
- Its a mess when I get flesh rippin’ nothin less than the best writtens
- I’m predictin’ “Fury”, got ammunition by the “tank” full
- My blast hurts ankles like Kurt Angle, I turn thankful,
- when I see ya neck broken and bent at a turned angle.
- Look in my eyes, a devil in disguise like a burned angel
- Bombs fly, fall from the sky, get ya shirt mangled
- Im tangled in your girls fishnets just to even the score
- Explode like a depth charge without even leaving the shore
- I pack my mouth with enough C4 to make my teeth sore, so
- Before you leave to see the sea floor better believe I’ll need more
- When I see gore, all I want to do is make you bleed more
- I’ll probably be sore, running this track until my knees tore
- Im Iron Man mixed with Hulk and I don’t even need Thor
- Im a masked villain committing a mass killin’
- I blast living flesh into trash. I’ll snap, spillin’,
- Blood trickles, drippin’ in the back of a cracked fillin’
- Evil dentist dressed in black with a mask drillin’
- weapons stashed, embedded in human ash, chillin’
- grab an axe, brains left smashed and drippin’
- Ya heart beating so fast it got the track skippin’
- You better stop trippin’. I’ll pop shots til your tops missin’
- This is God’s mission, ain’t nobody’s vision stopping me
- Muslim or Christian, you all better get off of me
- You probably catch a lobotomy if you don’t step to me properly
- Im an anomaly, legacy leaves lead cloggin’ your arteries
- Pardon me. Im droppin’ verses harder than a Spartan speech
- A war spirit is part of me so good luck trying to startle me
- I spit darts in your heart in Eden cheefin’ garden weed
- Y’all disregarding me. You really don’t wanna start with me
- I do this half heartedly, leavin’ particles leakin’ partially
- From your brain. I need to balance with the harmony
- But the evil part of me still wants to kill and commit larceny
- There’s a shark in me. I drop raps like Geronimo
- Parana flow. Rippin’ til your medulla oblongata shows
- Make em’ stop the show every time I drop a blow
- My bars are cold, Negative four when it drops below
- Mercury froze. You get scarred, even with my worst raps
- Got you taking dirt naps or a ride in a hurst when I burst straps
- Ya heard that? Shake the game up til I make the earth crack
- Say what you want but I’ll still be talking absurd smack
- Pull out my hand then I’ll smack a femal in the head
- I’m sick in the head. I’m the “judge”, all you felling is “dread”
- Hack off your legs then make you sit with the dead
- With ya feet up. Even the Reaper better peep what I said
- I keep his skull on the shelf and the rest I keep in the shed
- I beef with the lead, bullets eat the meat from your leg
- I keep my weapon with me even when I sleep in the bed
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