pistol loc grippin 4 fifthin niggas choke dickin
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pistol loc grippin 4 fifthin niggas choke dickin
ya smitten by the murder mitten lyricism drop a gem, pimpin
like OJ Simpson after he murked Nicole or ridin' through Belle Isle Park in a purple Rolls
Rolls Royce exploding, macs loading, weak jerks floating, your lines can't hold me
when I flow boldly, battlin' cats globally, holdin' it down locally and killin' them vocally
the globe is mine, defining new rap borderlines, your local styles can't match the devil's shine
Located in the depths of every rebel's mind
biters around, hellhounds surround, blood sound - the devil's ready for the next round
reign like Louis Quatorze, blood licking rhyme force, mosh pit kicking like a hell course
killa beez fly sting bring the pain make you clowns sing, sword swing till death I bring
sess i steam till my eyes tha opposite high rockets will fly causin u cock jockers 2 fry
sleep sinatra? call the motherfuckin doctor, silly written rhymes, fuck off and call papa
thread owned, devils summon, fuck up your face with a hone, push swords through your backbone
montana is where i keeps ma home/
talk shit n git hit quit in the dome/
why u hatin par? i lacerate ya face n scar up tha rest ya tissue which u gon need when i rip u...
wtf? this aint a battle thread yo so why tha line at me?