fidel castro tha way this god dictate i flip yay plates n ashtrays at bitch fakes
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fidel castro tha way this god dictate i flip yay plates n ashtrays at bitch fakes
one mistake ya at the bottom of twin lakes so stay outta my face for shits sake
hawk a freek n i git maced/
get shit faced wit her n i might git a taste/
MC's drop, can't match my words, angels witness the reign, that's the devil's world
Sucker Mc’s all over the place, looking desperate and ugly like Michael Jackson’s face
no place in this thread for a freak like him,
steppin to me akin to breaking all 7 deadly sins,
my melody begins but i leave no mark and pass thru like the wind...
as the glorious geisha sings,the corniest rhymes get slinged
notorious lines be king, silent sword swing sting,
slice your stomach to 10 mil strings, blood fills, stick thin
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Caught in the middle/ a spinx on the riddle/ the rap games unforgiveable/
giants fall, who's ready for war, my lines combine the originality and the gore
I remain a rhyme whore, till I'm deceased/ stay unleashed for all time till my boys are released
your boys can't match my rhymes, dropping dimes, obviously this thread is mine
Usually I rhyme against the best, today I battle the rest, killing fools, who wanna test?
like the mcats i get surgical, given you a half ass triple bypass thats deplorable
rhymes like poison, no serum can cure, doctors fail, I keep spittin' raw and pure