i'm sik with people non believin, damn i m a heathen
i alway's got major flo like the height of monthly bleedin
half ya'll aint even believin what ya readin
i write the 'Tru'th ya'll scripts sinnin, they blasphemin.
i can see them, through their guise, weavin a web of lies,
fiendin to get a fly, all fallacies of the mind
but if it's off the top guy's i guess it's fine
im done now i aint gonna waste my precious time

I slit the wrist of time, got his seconds on my hands/
Im twisted like double helix, driving wreckless in a van/
Filled with young and old people, truth exposed in their fear/
I'm the sidekick of the reaper, Atlanta's Anubis is right here/
Most of em shaking in fright, a few thinkin of jumpin out the ride/
All of them desperate as hell, but ONE is cocking his 4-5/
See confidence can fade, a brave move can make it all revived/
But alone only CP will live, YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ GONNA DIE!!/

Damnn..Golden Rule Never Reveal ur Plan..THats for Fools Be Real Hold ur Stance..Fear in Man Could Control ur Soul U wont Enhance..Listen Close the Devil Watch U..Sometimes Form Missions if da Threat is Hostile..Undermine ur Vision one Mistep dey Gotchu..To Adapt is KEy..Must be Able to See thru the Masks of ur Enemies..If they get u Trapped dey Could form a Massive Seize..So keep ur Brain Strapped wit Mass Degrees..Of Different Levels..Im a Reminicent Rebel True Definition Of da Place Send U..After Death Same Place dey Use to Break u Down Control and End U

The sharpness of this text disects you,-starting with your legz so you cant step to,-take off your wingz,And leave you parelized inside of this ring,-My punches sting,And leave you in need of a priest,-It's the Killer Bee I,l put The point thrue your speach,-Divert your flow thrue a hole in your throat,-You gargle and Choke,-It's murder Death wrote,-dip a bone in your blood,I finnish the Scroll,-Putting fire to Coals,-Il melt your wax And Put a stamp on this Envalope,-

this ain no bull shittin, my words will leave ur pulse missin,
no heart beat, the instrumental of life has stopped ina dark street,
villians around, wit weapons next the grave yard mans diggin the ground,
witta an evil look, u keep walkin cuz u see no crooks, but they there,
u can feel em in the faint air, in the shadows wit glowin eyes n a crazed stare,
lets see how can this be made fair, look down theres a knife,
are u scared to fight? theyre not hope ur prepared to slice,
theyll tear ur life from limbs ina whim they begin to sin again,
fillin wit adrenaline from within to them its medicine,
forever as grim as it gets, from it ive developed a twitch,
heres an envelope wit an itch, am i the only one who jumps off of a cliff,
talks like ken keniff, sniffs coke off glue sticks, n wake up wit the shits,
do it again, the next day, see thru u like x-ray, i have to say,
the wrath of david has a way of mixin wit jason to lock u ina basement,
and skin u faceless, no one can change this im deranged n ragin,
major pains in my brain rains plagues made to deflate the hatin

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motherfuckers act like they dont my name
Reppa ton voted and knowed as most critcally acclaim
to spit poisonisous ampphetamine effects in ya brain
slept with three stomach aches whent to the job hella late
ay imma real dope rhymer said the old rich faggots
till i bashed his head in with the head of my cabbage
cooked the shit for dinner and told my peeps it was salad dish
and for my fat ass bitch i took out the calor-is(calories)
actually i cooked that bitch two. she acting like i didnt see dat superman tattoo
she fucked green lantern with a superman costume
batman gothim(got em) heads and the backside too
wonder woman licked da clit, batwoman strapped da dick
had a threesome with dem two siamese chinese chicks

Sickening temperant surrounds veterans with shots
Levetate the spot til my scripts are irrelevant to drop
You're stepping to me not cause i stomp rookies
Black light faster in a flash you light stop pussy
I'm nasiter than you heard and bastardly with words
Catch feelings you faggots i dent meanings while catastrophes occur

you aint never seen a mother fucker like me
you see everywhere i go i bring the bitchs to their knees
i charge them hoes fees call me mr disease
im so nasty, im so sick, so contagious i fuck them bitchs brainless
she gimme head just to say she tasted famous
yea thats right you heard what i said
she say the sex so good dont let it go to your head
gimme my cred-it no shit make a nigga slit his wrist whos next on the list aint nobody competin with this dream on bitch
lord please forgive me for the damage that ive done
lord please help me to remember where im from
lord please reward me for the battles that ive won
all my sins were in fun when i was done with him you could put his shins on buns
hamburger meat, yea that one was kinda mean
i rap like a machine cogs turning terminators on the scene
surfing on a wave of green the coupes sheen
in the background you better back up before you get backed down
Meta better pack up your shit cause its my town.
smile clown the jokes on you
my words pull so much weight they tight'n your noose
you outa breath? i confess i thought id be more challenged
but i guess the rest of this discussion you'll know the latter is the monster and the former is the munchkin.
i eat nothin but lil rappers at my luncheon
this has been a lil pinchy production

on the building top,adjusting my scope,
for escape route prepare my bungee rope,
one target one shot, one body drop ,
jump-from-the-top n run-from-the-cop.
spots fine butt and gave it a slap.
gets in home on diner n eating pork chop.

check it out im typein some shit
squint your eyes bitch i might type in french
just kidding i dont know another language
im just another american dude i like angus
yea like the beef im a meat eater
sometimes i heat up deli meats on a space heater
when im hungry sometimes i beat eggs with an egg beater
if your cookin with a cook book then your a motherfuckin cheater
im the ultimate competer i mean competitor
if you submitting shit you goin through me bitch im the editor
write a letter to me with complaints or compliments
im living my life ballin, no restraints, no consequence
ive grown to be quite tolerent
of bitch as niggas like you
achu! bless me

im harmin hoods, ill fart n look, leavin emcees as vegetables.. like a farmers goods
my armors wood, fearless, i spit n "take a little off the top" like a barber would
still shootin for toronto like carter should, fuck vince...
movin weight, its nothin for me to "drop a pound" like cartmen should
im talkin southpark, my enemies fall, ill stomp n leave a carcass shook
alotta kids here are far from good, its aggrivating, so ill start the book..
with one line dropped, im fittin ta start the illest version of mein kampf

My lyinguistics are mystics, this type of rhyme is scriptless
When a murder a mic my homicides are without witness
You can call me jack the ripper or the strangler of the game
Cause I gun other MC's in my wrangler with my lyrical rain
I only serve pain and strife when I when I serve at the diner
Knuckle sandwhich is a must along with punch line shiners
Cause I palm the game and biz like players on the niners
And my rhymes will stick with ya if you have alzheimers

indeed, these are straight up linguistic sickness ballistics
im a "weapon of wacks destruction", malicious n vicous as i script this
kids are witless, alzheimers is a blatent understatement
there brain is achin n vacant, leakin a mild pussy fragrance
n really, there future is lookin darker than haitians in basements

In terms of bein fake I can't compete with all you actors
Burbs, gats, and drugs are only some of all the factors
The only thing you strapped with is one of those protractors
And I guarantee you'll probably cry during the whole rapture
Cause you realize that in the end your whole flow is a mess
And also the fact that compared to others your one of the less

off the top i drop any rapper
from the studio to the streets-
i smash like trash compactors
and bastards slayin beats with weak lines
need to do time, cuz it should be a crime
to lie in ya rhymes
rather lie in my blood
dyin than tryna front for my hood
and i dont need no more friends, homie im good
wake in the mornin and ya car aint on the lawn?
shoulda bought my album now its mine and im gone