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Shady stories that end haily
- Can feel something in my head kinda hazy and heavy,
- this fucking headache keep invading me like Freddy,
- seems elder as rocksteady although I ain't done already,
- many shady stories that end haily gotta be told until I'm outtie,
- rowdy as Roethlisberger eating a burger while he acts like a bugger,
- whether in a bathroom stall, or sucking like a vacuum y'all ain't nothing but suckers,
- call up the plumbers, the pipe needs to get fixed,
- there's a hole in your dick, like if someone wanted to pierce it,
- don't suspect me, cause instead I would've made a tatoo,
- saying "I'm too fat to live, someone call Dr. Who!"
- I ain't Kevorkian, but I'm devoted to stop this mess,
- your life is a quite big one, you can call me Dr. Death,
- cram some grenades in your ears, mouth, butt and trachea,
- I'm dropping lava, like there was no karma to stop the cheetah,
- eat up the corpse like a pizza, with a bigger smile than Mona Lisa,
- then leave the body half eaten in front of his family during the shiva,
- cannibal but still mamal, lethal as a weapon to provoke a ruckus,
- always down to hit the fungus 'til I feel the X busting my plexus,
- before I get all crazy and more mordant than a canis erectus,
- got spikes instead of teeth as a cactus and a tongue made to work at Rawkus,
- my philosophy Teach busts my balls cause he caught me asleep,
- so I smothered him with a scotch tape and some thick paper sheet,
- gotta write the new rules on the board, someone give me a marker,
- now all y'all get drunk as fuck and flip the class with style like Archer!
- Some chicks feel warm as a sauna, but their tank tops are volcanos,
- everyone knows, but no one never managed to pick up the rose,
- the dandelions wanna get blown so they can brag inside the flower shop,
- but they suck for coming off the top, they're all a huge flop,
- cuties are hot, waiting that I take the spot, now who wanna take a shot,
- at me as long as I pop them lyrical bullet slugs 'til I slay the whole flock?
- Gimme some rock, so I can rock this place,
- with the same rhetoric and the same badass pace,
- like an ace of spades, I look dark and sharp,
- look out for this jaw homie, here comes a shark,
- I know my mark, I'm not blind, I know sometimes my rhymes can be vaulted,
- but don't understate me, listen to my statement that makes your state haunted,
- zombies, spiders, ghouls, goblins and spectrum are on the lawn,
- they wanna fuck up some suburbs and act like bastards until dawn,
- but who gonna keep the mess going when I'll be gone?
- Relax, plenty other mates love to get the gats drawn!
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