b4 I cripple an idiot, give me space like an astronaut my lyrics orbit-
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b4 I cripple an idiot, give me space like an astronaut my lyrics orbit-
Gravitational pull, spherical forces, throw ya craft off course as ya steerin towards this
crazed optimist locksmith proctor clips speak off the top,
edge cha mind with a razor leave ya chop suey/
spill blood on a dunce's planet, only a cannon's commandment can move me,
shoot panoramic movies with ceramic uzi's,
only shards and fragments are left of crewed fleets
Anybody left im a chop they feet and sick the dogs on em
suckers ain't got style, their weak refusing to look the truth in the eye and deal with it/
as the old sayin go
there goes the neighbor hood, he wouldnt know style if it calld him collect
choatic just endless energy thats misunderstood
I can make reading hot and give you a seisure sithing when sithering ethering every pocket picked weaponry all legit sick flips leave martial quips too tight to be ripped/
on a fiery night, iron flies in place of nightsticks
wings are rhymes, redefined and wired as fight lyrics
quite the theorist you are dominate minds with such rhubarb
given cards cut them like a shark and tank like a mage
who ain't even a sage coming with some silent rage/
the lynch-pen of a spiraling maze,
I put spin on axis blades, spit massacres and raids
phase out cha shift watch me work the room with an intrepid grip
got cha gassed off the tears i had cha smiling from the joker gas
u was laughing so hard, can i bother you for a pen and a needle/
spring flings everywhere like dish sling have em rotating ring kings ding ! never cling wtf was you think-ing DuPont light-her up ping ! cumming then going without u knowing blowin smoke rings
tactics i black shit go back and forth like box spring and matress
active presses death wishes given the kiss from a rose just don't got no seal on this one
this posionious deadly darts highly toxic resin arts
high and deadly, we are the present darts
the essence of crescents, messengers of desert sharks