hit the bullseye, wit uranium slugs, fakin jacks try ta enter in the game and get plugged
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hit the bullseye, wit uranium slugs, fakin jacks try ta enter in the game and get plugged
choke ya chicken thinkin im jokin get poked wit kithen knives
frikin lies uve been spitten it isnt rite
true rap heads keep it live and real, fuck fakes cuz they gonna find ma steel
i gat rhyme appeal, my conscience tell niggaz its time ta feel, neday i spit rhymes fa real, sign the deal dont get swung or get hung by my chain theres no time ta heal, ya team wont eat yall aint findin meals, flippin darts wen i spark behind the shiled
ONE LINE!!!! now i gotta start Anew...
I run through ya home kickin holes in the walls...
you then freak out makin 911 phone calls
breakin ya balls, bearin weight like the bunyans of paul...
(ball bearings, Paul Bunyan lol)
Mutha Fuckas get high and eat funions
Not me, i chill with Sean P and be beating the Onion
Heads, with dreads with not
we bust up ya snotbox so u cant sniff no more crack rocks!!!
LMAO
Complicated like spanglish, verbally end ya anguish.......
too hot for you to handle, light you up like a candle, time to extinguish
the anxious ghost rider spit fire an then vanquish
electrify your body with jolts of energy, time for you to drown in your mutha fuckin envy
lets ask tha God ayo whats the hypothesis
proximity spit explode vicinity's spontaneously rips
soldier psychotic, erupt with lyrics hypnotic
how could i have sin if i only smoke da tree
i even smack tha bitch for fuckin askin me