Menace

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Mac a menace all in your fuckin grill like a dentist
words are weapons i let the track replenish
tighten up all the edges cuz i got a perfection fetish
I'm devilish and hip-hop aint dead that's my premise
eminem resemblance and i give you a remembrance
of deep friendship
and as far as these bars my flow a life sentence
hence if i should draw a line to any offenses
i can be offensive what i meant is put up your defenses
or build fences cuz your scared as your gut clenches
rap's my sport the beat is my gatorade it quenches
my thirst or when i win it drenches
i'm goin to war with mc's find me in the trenches
star of the team boy i don't ride benches
missin a few nuts and screws good thing they make wrenches
these women are wenches she's jus a temptress
from Memphis in red dresses theres a battle of the sexes
and all my exes live in Texas
smoke that loud to deal with day to day stresses
musical references to Hendrix far past these Kendrick's
there's no nexus ya'll Flintstones we the Jet-son's
futuristic flow in all my sessions cuz i got business ethics
stay out of my sections i'm too big for Metrics
listen to one track and i'll persuade the skeptics
my voice and the beat meshes when i'm using one of my many methods

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Mac_Jonez
Member since January 27 2016

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