One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

oh those virgins that lose it at four, shit they all becoming whores, learning to suck dick before they can read, next thing they smokin the weed,

Green words i bleed, for all the mc's that have apposed, and is now deceased

decreased the dweebs that decieved me, delete mc's like i'm mashin delete M and C

Believe me, when i say the gats and bullets play,
Harvest'in seeds like hay, to teach'em bout the game

sprout in rain, when ya amount was just a shroud of grain

Fake MC's get slain, they mind's warped from pain
the blood clogs tha drain, they drawls is shit-stained

You can blame, the liberator for offering greater data
But i left poison in my rhymes, for you to bite off later

Blacker than Darth Vader, swing lyrical lightsabers
Pen slashes tha paper, close tha wound wit a stapler

The masterbater, of words, rape your letters were they fold
Many hits go untold, sold by the time their too old to catch loads

Save Yer, Fake Words, i Display Worth, Derranged and Cursed

woun't be Behaved at Birth, so i Trained and Learned ta Bag the Herb

ya Wasted Terds, Claim your Worse,
but like I'm Rain ya Earth ya gotta Drain my Work

I'll wear clete's and tell u "put ya mouth on tha curb"

Announced my Return, Somehow ya Heard About my Style thats Expert

i step on stage wit green skin & a ripped shirt

and flat booty bitches, wit five inch skirts, niggas in the crowd jerk

But I just keep drinkin' my pert
I say come here honey let me show you how "I" work

Style's Diverse, Pile the Hearsts when i Smile and Turn

Then you fall to tha ground as you crash and BURN

yea hackers was a bad movie but i'll bring you something groovy,
cause our heat is too hot to handle, this candles flaming,


[btw, i hope people catch the reference to the movie 'hackers' from the line 'crash and burn']

my rhyme go out of control when i say it,
no place is a safe-haven, don't SCREAM, im not wes craven,
don't run to the hills cause the hills have eyes,
this nightmare isn't on elm st. it's here with my demise.

suprise! it's me knocking on your door, hit the floor
as i pump my shottie, time for death, beam me up scottie,

im runnin circles 'round you like you a tortouse and im the bunny,
only trix aren't just for kids bitch gimme some of that, sonny,

it's all for the love and it's all for the money
fuck the bitches, the fans, and even the honey's,
well, maybe not your sister cause i need mouth, sorry,
she'll get some blisters,
yeah, she's got a good tongue twister,

Come Get Some, Love From This Thug, when im Done you'll be da Cum Sista's

my head bangs like drum hitta's rum twisted tung
sistas cum from the son blistas

dissas, try to take me down, but when I am done I make em look like a clown.

Differences between, similarities are clean the dark wanderer.

Really I'm just a ponderer, just tryin' to conjur a way to make way to my fame.

bitches wanting big dicks i got one-for-her

But I leave all the others in shame.

get the girl to go down and give me brain
the back or her thoriugt is getting slain

tung bust cum fuck im getting drain//
blood pumping in my dick vain

I crack muthafuckas like a can a mountain dew
get slapped upside tha head with big knuckles like outta tha blue

u need to look for the clue, with that dog and that faggot foo,
down on all fours, always beggin for more.

i'm Create'n ya form, Contemplate'n da Score, and like Condensation ya Pour (poor)

clouds breakin I storm.. manifestin wit force.. abomination.. ya blood lace’s da floor

tricklin' out your for head,
before you knew it, your dead,
words unsaid,
as i leave you left in shreads before i fled

lyrical shots leave covered u in red, eatin emcees till im well fed

dredednot tie u in nots till the presure pops//
i shine bright light like cops inbeded in rocks my lyrics clean fine inside like mops//