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ur first line was practically repeated-to-rhyme,
cuz that's wat tek said, READ-IT-u-'blind'!
arv's nothin but a stepping stone, that u needed-to-climb,
but u failed, so i didn't just kill u, i defeated-ur-mind

okay since you defeated me i should lay-dead
but how come gay-men like u stay-then
when you've been beaten as easy as pissin-from-dicks
you really need help cus ya shit hissin-from-pits
dont make us really have to christen-ya-shit
i shoot it holy so if it is wishin-ya-slit huge-wrists
thats like you asken fo a fight but refuse-fists

fall back faggot cuz ya rhymes aint gettin-to-me-son
i aint here to see mutual, smoke, n tek-in-a-threesome
n i dont mean stencils when i say u wanna "try angles"!
I have these guys-mangled so u three fags can die-strangled

wont die if you put us ina deep-fire
we're gonna creep-hire firin you like sleep-fires

we are truly gonna rip-u-2-pieces
shit-thru-adhesives sticky yet lit-ya-rep-ceases

i dunno lol

Mutual Firin? Lol! Touch my lyrics: NOW you're Holdin-A-Weapon..
..& Arv, enough wit the gay references.. Control-Your-Obsession!
Crazy mothafucka, if anyones gettin Triple-Fucked-In-My-House..
..It'd be your Mom AND your Sister wit Dick-N-Nuts-In-Dey-Mouth!

this is wot bustin-about rustlin-a-crowtt
waitin fo dicks to get lost like hustlin-a-shout

now if ya got nuts in they mouth that mean? head-buttin-em
cus with a dick on ya head in they mouth stupid like i spread-suttin-dum

lol

To these salamaders and snakes im Alexander the Great, Taliban with the hate let the hammer bang in ya face, I`ll stab a man with a stake and let ya grammar hang with tha waste,
tranquil like dazed monks I lay chill n blaze skunk, I pop pills and stay drunk, rhyme with skill while bass thumps, my punches will give face lumps and kill like case mumps, whos a loser? u fill the place chump

this history sickens me with this race won
a human race no 1st place want beef lets make some

i dont want shit or weapons yeah lets take guns
we aint holy like fake nuns but fucked up like ya chased sprung

lets get this shit active rap-verses
tap-curses out on the table fo a beat to smack-hearses

so off we go round that shit ya get burnt-down
give it up this war ya lost ya aint been hurt-now

I flew over da pond to catch a ball game at da New York Mets
Woke up in bed with da New York Jets, popped four X had hot sex
Ima kidnap ya four pets hold you for ransom and run up your debts
Abuse ya sister and use her for sex she no longer a Virgin like Branson

caz where the fuck u been and that was low multies
and i'm jus sayin cus we all know faulties
shit this shit is shit i'm sayin to this bitch
not u caz or maybe n hopefully it sticks

oh shit i spit without full-rhymes
so why these dumbfucks spit dull-times

shit u aint cool i is look at the name
cus i'm the devil or im small be lame

shit get the fuck out carryin make-guns
this faggot cant rhyme proper so he says fake-ones

shit where was the multies in the second-verse
which person loses well it depends which is beckoned-first

Leave you half hanged so your left to choke on your breath
Fuck you up with this rhyme, as I put you-to-death
In this cypher, I'm the Most-Valuable-Player
You're the dragon that's lost his fire, while I'm the top-notch slayer.

we all grow up in a hood-of-are-own
and show respect n be good-to-are-grown

but see we want a war rappers verses-haters
cause i'm a kill'em i be burstin-skyscrapers