It's true the eyes are the window to one's soul
Once it's sold the light dimmers and you lose control
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It's true the eyes are the window to one's soul
Once it's sold the light dimmers and you lose control
come with chemicals like chemistry it’s a ministry
The realist get black balled hiphops drains are clogged
So I'm the Draino for the cause hit your vital points until you pause
To the people who are trying to cancel Eminem, ya girl give head with condoms on.
Medusa’s stone-hard sight paralyzed after chemical weapons I’ve authorized
There's no match I haven't struck on fire
Fulfilled my desires to cut open emcees call me Mantra barbwire
get played like a barber who can't cut
smoke a dutch pull a krillin like a crutch
Send em support, they send me the heart emoji they all say they love me but they hardly know me
Rappers get slain on tiktok videos
Cancellation of shows in Hall like Arsenio
Wack emcees couldn’t hang if this was a Mississippi execution in the 1940s
You ain't got shit but a comode
I'll seize emcees’ infantries till they’re ready to sing like Patti LaBelle marmalade ladies
get snatched off the track like kurt angle ankle lock or should i stun you before the raging demon call me akuma leaving you in more trauma than baby mama drama
Imminent obliteration, train station rides to Holocaust camps of concentration
With a look of dismay the intruders laid to rest
From the stroke of death strike that caved in his chest
write cha like a book on ya girl's coffee table, because i don't give a fuck
To no not to soaring like a beach ball somebody might pop tranquilize underneath to not be this sole
take things far like a rope and a chain don't get hung by ya own verbiage man
Lyrically dull emcees bring butter knives to blade fights against my Mexican machete
P. Diddy said I was a bad boy cause lyrically I’m notorious as Biggie
waking up on the side some house all by myself 12 noon quiet to smoke who where who bothers me all alone
Deadly hoarder like Saddam Hussein with his collection of grenade launchers
I dispose of fearless foes corpses like this was Mexico’s streets of Tlajomulco
Dick size of night-sticks, raw dog without protection like Foxy Brown in I shot ya remix
Lyrically a beast like Terry Norris when he slaughtered John Mugabi
put cha mind back into space and void the whole transaction at the register
Murderous charges when I snipe nemesis from deep like Craig Hodges
On one accord my vocal cords connect corrosive
Deadly as a drug overdosage bomb tick explosive focus
Lyrically sick as human immunodeficiency virus that killed Eazy-E
Instilled fear when I leave foes eyes black/purple like UndertakerÂ’s original gear
Verbal weaponry makes emcees flee like they were Palestinians bombarded by Israeli heavy artillery
I'd breather throw hands then toss a slug
I'll Ron Goldman stab a thug if it don't fit you must acquit last statement of the evidence of my murder gloves
boxed out cha shadow come with more ropes than dope hang you like a page outta the patriots playbook
Corny emcees are comical like Paul Mooney at Laugh Factory
A slug ends the earthly journey here comes the darkness's
Veterans hunting heartless zombies with holy crosses
Whole crews left as disheveled as Nate Robinson's boots in Uncle Drew
Wack emcees act like Tony Soprano when they’re not even Christopher Moltisanti
Rapid soil erosion when I cause frail cats to collapse like Surfside high-rise with controlled explosion
base you in a mason jar thats kinda hard when glass shatters and breaks even when you made wishes on sheet cake