That's why I don't love her and I'm still droppin' these lines
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That's why I don't love her and I'm still droppin' these lines
hey yo my I.Q./
matches the size of my shoe/
That's why I do what I do, all day every day. I'm focused I never sway
you can't sway cause you're incarcerated by my lines, gettin tortured by my rhymes
until all opponents drop, I won't stop, gun shot, missile rock 'til your heads pop
mind locked on burners and bombing the skies,
lookin suprised cus my names up high,
only way to the heavens to fly got my 'piece so the whole place is mine,
place owned by the devil, bringin' it back, dressed to kill plus wise and ill
With surprisin' skill I keep metronomes flowin' steadily
my pedigree is deadly ask hunter hearse helmsley
a.k.a Triple H or better yet The Game, on how I brought the pain, but I'm not the one to blame
did yall forget how this thread goes?/
ur supposeed to rhyme with the last guys syllabos/ (syllables)
it'd b a miracle if any survive my wrath wit nines i blast worst than colombine 2 fags
wearin' doo rags, cause it's too bad you had to do that to the person after me, I wonder where you at?
come on dude why you decapitatin the rhymeflow?
iam "encapictatin" the show like crack snow an phat blow
or like a back hoe diggin' through a plateau tryin' to get to fat joe