cos my lyrics leave holes in ya face like a shotgun suicide
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cos my lyrics leave holes in ya face like a shotgun suicide
i verbaly beat u..nice 2 meet u..i come from teesside
Where them hard cats ride, no lames in my presence, Im every living omnipresence...
Its King Six when it come to you peasants, disrespecting my throne your subject to the death sentence
in less than minutes, the barbers fade from the razorblades....
For Your Last Walk Goin Thru Death Row Gates You Best Go And Pray Every Numbered Hair On Your Head Isnt Safe
lock in a box close the gates tied with tape bound and strip from ur faith// their is nomore of u like jews this shit is like planit of the aps..
killing u with my beats..u cant tell anyone its descreet..its worth putting u on the floor and tiein u up with duck tape
Fuck a track rape, I'll verbally kill you, hide you're anatomy without a stash trace.
a masked man without a face, emerge quick from the midst....
In the midst, of a legend, God let me slip thru on the seventh
A Revered Revrend Lyrically Rearin His Spiritual Weapon
i gotta choose between hell or heaven, if i chose heaven neva get to cok my smif-n-wessun
I continue blessing wetting heads with lessons cuz nowadays these fools are just guessing!!
and greedy for a second helping, more sneaky than acting them raggedy tricks, it's a damn tragedy