quick wit fits my style all the while I be spitting
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quick wit fits my style all the while I be spitting
On ya bitch's clit an' splittin' legs fo' hittin'
Blast a line through fiber-optics, smashin' any snake rappin'//
Now i've Slaughtered Seargeants all the way from....Crunchin a Cap'n//
fuck the captin ima serial killer,for fun i cut the wigs from bitches and sell em
to bidders,at the market of meat,the mark of the beast,666 burn flesh when im scorchen mcz
Death divide sereal lyrical homicide
suicide is ur only option, family didnt want u, u were up for adoption
im clocken and watchen all the victims about to be forgotten,juss another face for the milk carton...
sayin buncha shit still missin the point-less pen useless niggas floodin the joint
point taken not obviously mistaken altered elevation causes pressure behind eardrums when traveling across the Appalachins
Holocaustic mindstate I penetrate the soil causing earthquakes with footprints that shift the layers underneath the landscapes
vinyl platters lock-down in milkcrates needle to the groove beats make the mental hallucinate, the body rock, the hips shake this is the element of the DJ
all these fake mcs, buying rhimes on ebay,
listen to liquid and pay attenition to what he say,
Eversick for~eversick sucking dick
stabbing emcees with his lil' prick
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Originally Posted by lil homie
LIL HOMIE JUSS BLOW ME YA RHYMES ARE PHONY KINDA LIKE YA LIFE,AND YA KINDA LIKE A LITTLE BITCH,THAT RUNS AWAY IN FRIGHT,POSTS WACK
ON THE SITE,2PAC IS HIS WIFE,RUNNIN AROUND HIS ROOM YELLIN IN THE MIRROR "WEST SIDE" AND "THUG LIFE".....
its the 1 line rhyme not 10 maybe a bar to offend//
my shine so blinding a beast on the mic welcome to the lionsden//