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i shoot the gift like a junkie on christams
your dissmissed like 12 oclock recess
rip u in2 pieces rite down 2 fecies
lovin the blonde ambition like that hunny of species
drunk in the lab again
bottle of henney and my best friend this pen
scribblin sum shit bout the days back then
suddenly i wake up in my cell and remember im doin 5 to 10........dam
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you think you know rap you dont know nuttin yet
you cant even grasp the fucking concept
I'm through wit you bitch speak to my tech!
and I dont know why a stupid mo'fucka
like you step ta me knowing he gonna die
anotha fake finished wit da flick of my wrist
just anotha dazed and confused lost in my abyss!
haha thats kinda funny sun
typin on ya puter frontin like u got a gun
well i am an emcee cause i am what i eat
u aint even beef .....more like treat
and ur an annoying mutha fucka prolly have 2 pick u out my teeth
if my rhymes were love they prolly sweep u off ya feet
and ud prolly like that cause u actin kida sweet faggot boooiii
if you are what you then you dick
most mothafuckas aint feeling half da shit
you spit
now isn't dat summthin
acting like you raw but you frontin!
well bitch i'm done wit you i'm finished
so next time think before you step good fucking riddance!
hahahahaha
nigga please im spittin ebonics
by the way u b typin u still hooked on phonics or puffin way 2 much chronic
ur styles week son im way beyond it
so dont make me get reel fuckin ill and obsene
and shape shift 2 a ghost and come up outta ya screen
posses ya body and run on the street
and jump in fronta the first car i fuckin see
u relly gotta step ya game up kid
i'm fucking invisible i cant be seen
I murder mo'fuckas like you and quickly flee the scene
me i'm equivalent to ya whole team
cuz my lyrics alone split ya fucking spleen!
i'm a leave ya wit a lyrical stain
my rhymes are too hard for you to bare ya cant maintain
you left wit a permanent scar on ya brain
you lose control causing you to go insane
well aint dat a shame
I guess you couldn't stand the pain
there we go anotha one drowned in my lyrical rain!
You must have a dick in ya mouth cuz' u ain't sayin' a fuckin' thing
Go ahead and sing as my lyrical shank enters ya guts u scream
My razor cuts, and stings i'm ya puppet-master bout time i dropped ya strings
Ya raps funny style like Martin, u die like Luther know crown me king
I would crown you the king, but your skills are not keen.
so give it all up, if you know what i meen, it's forseen.
That i could knock you off your throne, pick up the phone
call somebody, so you don't feel all alone.
haha r u serious son
my rhymes r like a thousand trojans explodin outta wooden horse
wit more brain power than a nigga gettin his dick sucked in a stolen porche
hiphop gold medalist carryin the torch
tha god concept holdin down the fort of coarse