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and hit you wit the lyrics that is still banging/
shaking your ground like Shaquile when he is slamming/
leaving you numb like blunt when you smoking/
cutting yours limbs so you can do creep walking/
punch verse to your throat n laugh while you chalking/

haters constantly squaking but im too smart like steven hawking
just the right amount of tart to be the one your girlfriend is stalking
im fine always checkin my watch to get there on time the big hand on the dime and the small ones on my shoulder daddy time just opened up a manilla folda got my name attached to pictures and hes handin me this doe he says your a regular legend not a regular joe what do ya knew i mean know the prophecies true now its on with the show

Its showtime, right? Naw these niggaz are not invited//
P the reason the fire inside these muthafuckaz stop igniting//
Im murderous, who heard of thugs being frighten by a producer//
My soul's wicked and void of warmth, eyes colder than medusa//

-- Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:29 am --

Its showtime, right? Naw these niggaz are not invited//
P the reason the fire inside these muthafuckaz stop igniting//
Im murderous, who heard of thugs being frighten by a producer//
My soul's wicked and void of warmth, eyes colder than medusa//

Hmmm.. k, quickie key..

With Eyes Colder than Medusa, Flows be Moldin My Own Future
Young enough to have a chance, but Old Enough To Shoot Ya
No way Ya'll can Match Wit His Team, $aw's Raps Are Surpreme
Wit the skill to write raps that Cause Cracks In Ya Screen

I clean screens like Cypress Hill.
Vacation in Cyprus with the skills to "Kill Bill"
Use Ink and quill, My face, the dollar bill!
Porn from Brazil, Bitches facing anal thrills!
That's the criteria I spit from the West side of Syria
A political detainee with true lyrical bacteria,
a military attache slain far and away.
I'm an apex in the suns way, leading the solar decay!

today i'll never fade away
smokin that chron i'll blaze decay
like rotten apples covered in mushrooms
in plush rooms trippin like i touched doom
i love to kick them lyrics tight
you see me and you scarred cause you fear its right

nah dude im the fearless type, u can tell when u peer at cise
im spearing dykes, n kickin the shit out of every queer in sight
if u think im weird ur right, i drink beer get hyped n rob sears in tights
heard MICHEAL JACKSON was in a BYCICLE ACCIDENT, i was like cheers ta bikes!
booz is a beautiful thing, turns nice girls into a recruitable fling
get a womans nails diggin into yer back till the fuckin cuticles sink

lol that MJ line was hilarious

my cubicle shrinks, feel like i'm trapped in the office/
These rappers have lost it, got more beef than a package of sausage/
i dont feel bad for the loss of michael at all/
i'm spiteful and raw, i swipe for titles with claws/
aim right for the jaw down the sight of a rifle and pause/
pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/
his vitals are gone, ruckus is blasphemic/
a passivist, just imagine me on some assassin shit/

"pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/" -- HA!

Drop the mask and shit, Riggz on some Vatican shit
Rhymes shine with Illumination, even in passive scripts
On some classic skit. Pickup where the last one left off
Don't invade my oxygen or I'll cast your breath-off
Or blast your sex off with a Lorretta tantrum
That'll strip your masculinity like Marlyin Manson

ill make maralyn manson sing christmas carols n pants 'em
he'll be found in a barrel in aspen fer an uncomparable ransom
run into me? ur lifes in peril kid ask em, i scare clowns
send em blank tapes coverd in face paint, snag the wig n give em a stare down

Stare down the barrel ,snatch the gat, turn it back on it's owner
Burlap sack his dome up .whack!relaxed into coma.
Sent back to Tacoma bashed up attached to a stoma.
Natch! my hands are faster than the bull harrased chaps of Pamplona.

Fuck-a-Fiesta, fuck a chump Posse of Pamplona!
a mecca of runners from hamburgers, sacred of Shiva!
I face this fake shit with ill spit.
A misfit that spreads STD's, no permit!
Moonlit, frostbit, submit credit to the culprit
and smack a bitch with the "Hello Kitty" outfit!

in hello kitty outfits? my girl is hotter than the south is
we smoked a pound quick, then hit up nascar n stole a roush whip
lmao i dont give a shit about "cliques"...
shes a friend n i still "tapped" it.. like some "touch pad" compared to "mouse" shit
defenition of what ruthless is, im the rudest prick, n true ta this?
ull find more stretched out "quotations" in that last bar than a luda script


lmao streeeeeeeeeeetch

Scripts I write in exile.
Are like watching lightning hitting barbwire!
I leave tire tracks down 8 Mile!
PLEASE God, dont bless me with seeds.
I'm striving to cremate my own semen...
Leaving the little orphaned bastards bleedin!
Heathens committing treason, that's fear son.
In this cipher, I'm near done.
Rhyming with positive passion is ringing in my ear, son.
To elevate, you need to mimic not mock it
and quit unfit bars before you finish it.

the real meanin of rap was deminished quick in written scripts
now u just gotta deminish pricks, with witty quips, hit em quick
its thrifty spits, targeting n dominating an enememy that is strictly bitch
so i stick to fifths..
guzzle it down, then make puddles with rounds as i potatoe muzzle the pound
its the most subtle of sounds, bringin the thunder ta town while they cuddle the ground