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i rip than i'm bouncing out smoke my herb in large ammounts
the count of the merchandise contains many of ounce
as i mount rappers head and necks on my mantle piece
you cant handle me rappers be seized in their atrophy

Actually,asking-me how my tracks'll-be is blashpemy
Passing-me?That's a laugh-to-me..I've mastered-beats.
Clash-with-me,I'm packing-heat to clap and squeeze.
The chip on shoulder is heavy.It would snap your knees.

a punch to ya gut,crack yer spleen
divide ya up in some rations,GEEZ!!
This mans a freak.....when he types is quick
i dont really like 2 spit,i like 2 bang yer wife with sticks

Lifes a bitch, light a spliff and grab a party hat/
Dionysus shit, Sprite n Cris, fuck yer Bacardi Razz/
Where the Barbies at, bitches i dont kiss n tell/
so many dimes in the pool the shit looks like a wishin well/

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so hear me well..i wont to dive in with that fishy smell
so this bitch better lick me well
if not i pitch dat hoe back.. flea flick her like a throwback..
so she know that da bomb bitches BLOW back

get you skull cracked my homies know that im a pro at an ass whooping
you get smashed crooked with combat with a black bat pushing
your brains will stain the range with grey like i'm pouring concrete
my sword is harming any boring army that face me with the gore im bombing
get it my last word is to blast herbs smash turds cuz they bas-turds
the mass heard my glass words and came for ruckus like my past verse

their thirst worsens as I burst open and breathe, like finally!!!
Shits in dire need for a fired breed To step up and roast M. I. C's
Fans eyes bleed, they demand I speak But I slam mans weak..attributes
The fact that dudes are past on dues has I feeling so absolute...

i grab an shoot not a glock but my lil man who spews
seimen meaning your girl be the last to puke
with mass abuse got her gargling my sperm like scope
with germs invoked got her to burn like smoke
learn i'm dope and theres no body better than
i measure lands by my spits cuz ima true vet-er-an

i'm like whatever man,
my rhyme is sick as shit,
it's startin to feel a bit,
under the weather and,
i'll put your career in a coffin,
if you get to slackin,
i don't mean i'm coughin,
when i say i'm hackin,
i get awful mean when i get to stabbin,
my stomach's getting lean cuz of all this laughin

and thats force of 'habit' keep it 'crack'in or i'll leave ya flacid
like 'beat it' bitch no Michael Jackson.....
the rythm switch was a violent action...ya like a 'pilot crashin' Stick 2 da 'script' or revise ya acting

I recite wit passion... bars dipped in the fountain of youth there ever lastin...
Treat ur girl like i do beats........forever smashin....battle ne body wit out askin...
Sendin u disses of me sinin til the endin...

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Winnin from admissions of fucks I never gave a fuck to give,
Spittin sickness like the speakers vomit my shit in ya ears,
My pain, hate, and fear engineered and collectively adhered,
In the message I'm gearing to ya written in blood and tears,

Swords n spears...or guns geared to ne n all queers
..who make a pass at me wit beers...I'm straighter then line paper...delete emcees wit lyrical erasers ...n learn wen u want me to feed...its not a favor

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Drop a saber in an enemy's chest, laugh on it later,
Savor the feel of evil, terrible but I'm greater,
Psychopathic flesh craver out to chew a different flavor,
No one savin the victims I got in my refridgerator,