Runnin city streets that more rugged underneath
Pressurize these pussies & turn 'em into queefs
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Runnin city streets that more rugged underneath
Pressurize these pussies & turn 'em into queefs
... brain-shackle debockle... run a muck drudgery...
... drug you through the munchies... mind alter, dummies...
... sway slash the psychographics... run your souls traffic...
... intricate speedway, replay havoc... the Maveric...
... bevel-cut, Anu Nakhi swordsman... swings for me...
ram-packed head bag, the sluts drip for me... and won't ignore me...
... last blast of the gassed... blew into the past...
... purplexed heads, cast off the dizzy boomerang axe...
Soon to hang tax, the czar grabs political issues an throws'em
Like off the dome punchlines, its lunchtime, eat bodies frozen
No dozin insomniac keep it bumpin like 15's in da back
Smack brainiacs who yack wthout facts
straight off the bat wit my lyrically mac, causing mass heart attacks, but that cant detract from the skills u lack,
With that style that ancient artifacts, blunt handwork with no craft
Garbage shaft the raps that can't hovercraft, Advanced Calculus do the math
screw the path of rightousness do what u doing g
and if u a hot bitch and got tits u doin me.
tha illest villainy while sittin here, twisted like a helix//
slayin ANY rap cat, fuck a Garfield or Felix//
Jumped in the fire raps hot, as a women's before they cum feeling..
I'm peeling rap niggas caps back from Compton, to pittsburg for stealin'..
I'm the WHITE SAMURAI, givin out free buck 50's, and black closed eyes for prize
grizzly bear bi-polar, heres this year small fries...
coach death to apacolypse stressin drugz ive....
done all my lives...eat an intervention of the friend thats mentioned
first cat second guessin his comprehension
you owe me money like segregation....
do you know what that is?.............
slave trade like the black mans holdin steeles
do the math than pay me the bills...like DISNEY cartoobn ducks
step off or get touched....this isnt your scene so back the fuck off
Imma commit lyrical death, like when nouns and verbs collide with breathe,
alphabetical suscidide, ..cause my mentals on full metal jacket truth and lies
goofy sized...six ten- with a small brain cavity
little hole density, against my big-bang theory eventually
big game hunter from the EAST.....
rest in peace when my mentals on BEAST...
pourin fire on streets, like my hot speak that lights up tree's
blazin honey dipped dutch master key'z
ounces blessin greenery leaves , than leave
my steeze is like an ounce of coke plus TEN key's
dry out the release, like ten key's...kid chill and belive our needz
goin co'co-nuts with the Palm tree'z
the calm song blessin more than won-ton soup gettin lifted in Hong Kong
laundry appreciation with the credit card on yalls kong
Big Concept finished with the bitches we ill with from back then god
a-PLUS IN HOLLYWOODS REALITY M,EANS ALOT MORE THAN CORP FEELSINS..OMG IM WAAY TOO RAW...HAHAHHA..IM SLEIGHIGIN YALLS