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It's the monster. The rap tonka. Trucking through your bulovades.

No facade in me. Im harder then prison yards.

Swimming with sharks. Expect to get ripped apart.

A martyr. Flying first class to any city you be.

Battling garbage artists. Far fetched and nonsense.

There raps making no sense. A sentence so tense.

Inspector deck would break your neck.

There's no threats. I could walk this bitch. Unlike Vietnam vets.

See a pram I'll push into on coming Corvettes.

I could toss a live hornets nest at a whore with no breasts.

Get a thanks on her last breathe.

I'm god gifted. Build and built different to field a field from shit givers.

I know the drill before the drills given. Give me a door sill.

Ford grills. Four pills, raw quill. And I'll instill more kills.

Then Israelis will. It's crazy how many would.

Stick there foot on business there no good. Leaving em burning like stove soot.

Your last hook left looking like you got right hooked.

It's hard being this crook. But confidence is key.

That's why I'm wanted in different continents.

By occupants who don't understand this is Romulus.