turnin ya dream in nightmare, fuck wit me and you'll be haron's fare
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turnin ya dream in nightmare, fuck wit me and you'll be haron's fare
barely aware that the flows sevarity scared kids into grey hair leave em impaired in pairs
people stare as they see my mental disorder raging- caution- im forcing my mind into a state of hating
patiently waitin walls closin around me watch ya step while im hatin dont be in ma fuckin town b
guilty of being a filthy punk wit dreams of spittin
head splitten left them dead kittens as im fed chitlins
im bold with the cold frostbite leaves u bitten, defeat is forbidden
o no we aint kidding, ya better go bak writing lines for tha meow-mix kitten.
sittin politicin and kickin the lines we spittin wen we rippin its sicknin from the top shit isnt written
my flow like bats and grand slams are still hittin what these fake emcees is pitchin
so listen, asking for an encore, your audience is sitin, standing lik a fundamental freethrow, who you supose to be hittin
Niggaz only spittin' flem while i'm spittin' them darts that hit cha' frame u feminem mc's whimpering, and surrendering
as my tongue is renderin drastic shotz to ya body till u spread like elastic, the image is graphic
fantasic, collapse ya brain cells, I'm hotter than hell, you will never prevail
she lay nude two pussy lips lookin like red jubejubes
bare without any dam hair, creatin damage when ever im near, runnin compotitions with britany spears