One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

2 daggers i lunge in fucking up ur lungs in punchuring desrupt ur air functioning..got cats running with shit stuck in em suffering

shuffling off to i.c.u. nan mean? im more extreme din white dudes off mountain dew

dismount ya crew off they horses blood spouting like a fountain do

unrivaled vigil of chivalry
your crew'z history - but be civil spare their horsez we'll uze them in our cavalry

i counter mc slang blades and bring down our enemy that is doubting me

blazin green like the lottery, illest in all-modesty//

words that could shift a millionaire into poverty wack mc's im slaughtering//

i get hated on it dont bother me
i get spit on with no apology

murderous numberology, six psychology, infect specks with respects to toxicology

related ta charles i gotta be/
gotta flock a ppl that follow me/

..So high in the sky's where I wanna sleep/
..But the Black hole keeps tryna swallow me/
..Drinking my dairy from the Milky Way/
As the Goddess of the night combs her silky braids/

In 2007 the mentally enslaved enguage in genocide lettin' clips spray
Forgive em no way behead em, disloyalty the american Way

the american wayz rotten sick like porez thick with cholera yo
dollar clockin and collar poppinz a bore what the blood clot yo-
OTBz hot tho-

Po'po steelo pushin politics by politicians who move kilo's
Illegal's hoppin fences runnin past babies dead in the trenches

comin with strong offense n defenses
other emcees be warmin the benches

bringin storms wit a sentence spit thorns at ya apprentice

I flip thick scripts like raw-grits and heads when saws hit//

makin ya nauseous cuz i Flu-ently cough-it//

Tha words i talk will always stay tha words i walk//
rhyme-books lined in chalk wit circlin' hawks//

murderous thoughts skills sacrilegous mic's burn on the cross//

neva cross the mob boss
or ull get tossed in a pine box

Dropping emcee's like stock, increasing the murder rate on ya blocks
By decreasing contenders by the flocks, cause fatal lyrical lick-shots

kick-rocks like holey socks just 4 poppin from lips//
karate kick ya health-kits worse than bruce-lee flicks//

imma toothless hick with a head on a stick
n i rollin thick jus like cow shit

throwing plow hits on ur foul lips u talk but cant walk cuz i crushed ur style bitch

Look at ya now snitch, ya can't even kick it. On some foot in ya mouth shit, it's just me bein' sadistic

only ppl i ever fit in with was tha misfits

that sit in rusted whips reciting tales from the crypt

my-blade'll-slit ya facial-revert ya 2 the cradle bitch

im jus anotha basket case kid
i take a lotta pills cuz i hate this

n u dont even know whut da ,eight iz, first we build den destroy soonass we ,aim this,...

multiple pistols hit you with 36 chambers

from 30 different angles, multiple contusions, I'm dirty with bangers not afraid to use 'em

sittin on da coenaa boozin. oracle told da god this life hes loosin....

snoozin w/ the button dented, been evicted from every apartment ever rented

skunk scented, from da choke inhaled 2 become dis demented...

swingin swords like Killarmy leavin ya dismembered body fermented

lines so glorious the most notorious scribe's prolly forget it

the story is if i live life gory then ima hell bent kid

a whole 1/2 a ounce n a forty, makes me a hella bent kid...