Hangin faces leavin a faint stench, flame pen, thats dangerous
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Hangin faces leavin a faint stench, flame pen, thats dangerous
My crew be mad hanus, no other can hang wit us
And we be blowin shit up, to become famous
Too many heads be blowin' up, situation bless
When i'm vexed, i bet mutherfuckers won't test this
Hold your agression, i don't rap for adolescens
grab the smith n wessen and blast in every direction
lettin off the stress with scattet'd shots ...FLESH RIPS
Make sure the clip is full to the tip though
Take it off safety, so it can explode like nitro
white soul hides so he wont' have ta blind foes
rhyme flow will make ya mind slow like hydro
Come on yo, its been like 5 minuets since you last spitted
Its ok though, i understand that you salivia might be diminished
Is it?
dim witted if ya think this kid is losin his lyric's
steering wheel spin it, spirit risen..
Ok, i see it hasn't but my prism isn't dim like you said
I'm that thourough bread nigga who says...muthafuck them feds
My unfamiliar mind scorces, thoughts no longer worn out
Insert the terrorfyin' waves, forts are gettin' brought down
Thats far out scotty boy, thats the shit i master
I love to see a mc, spittin lines that cause disasters
chalk'd around ya crown found down the town
shots were loud, shock'd the crowd..cops surround
My raps is profound, but muthafuck them hoes though
I exploit athiest contracts with contact, of holy ghosts
Wu banga double teamin', gleamin' the stats i got
Spit so spectular, hits like a spatular heads will pop