Shell Shock, we burn spots, you think hot, I think not.
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Shell Shock, we burn spots, you think hot, I think not.
i think gloks pop shots into domes with no automatic locks
sling slang glocks till they bang shots // drop gang cocks on docks in a slain blood staind box
I'm too hot-and blowin the spot with top notch drops // weak bitches-I leave in stiches cuz my flow pack knots
blood clought's, paint blotch's, and stray target's, the attack of the supreme martial artist, the hardest.
drop kick the hard-fist like a sharp blade blood spray all over the carpet// feel the rage n anger in this carnege that slay brains and partial cartlege/
think this corruption's at and end, yet this shit has only started, soon see threads about gettin head from bitches that are retarted......
dead mcs fill lakes fed to sharks and, weakness gives way to darkness
grimmy killa illa mic switch eye lids twitch on the hartless// got the meter on the milla scoped in force.. hole filla marks on targets// as the 1000 men marches forth picking em out from the back on horse//
crisp your body with fire from a torch, my rap's a backhand smack
crackin' backs wit blackjacks attached to staffs//
look back for survivors and blast at em each wit 3 macs//
rivet rhymes on tracks, echo one block on the east, shatter twenty windows at the least "fuck peace"
burrning crosses devels in white sheets// get em to drift walk to the cliff and drop em off of the highest peeks//
The height that I reach with the word's that I preach, Touch the mind.
with light so bright as to touch the blind, no peace to find is why we resort to crime
reach the streets through gang sings//drugs roll in the east as treats like jordens hang time// so go and defeat me beat this weak line ill destroy you like ali at his peaks prime