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Possess rhymes address carnivorous hold cha guts
My sword slices off any rapper who ain’t got nuts/
Y’all chipmunks to me with all your stunts, blunts and fronts
Making X-rated music that has nothing to do wit hip hop/
I rip shop wit a smoke screen that could never get dropped
You ain’t got the knowledge to shave off my polish/
You’re a novice to what comes out of my mouth
I can rip heads over INSTANT MESSAGE/
You cats are VINTAGE WACK RAPPERS
All nothing but smoke, mirrors and disasters/
With intricate designs ya'll stay stiller than stop signs
My peoples roll deeper than obama's inauguration and 144,000 combined
Rhymes gleam with that afro sheen shine it should be noted i'm devoted to the grind
street criminal crimes dirty my white collar the Dirty harry type i snipe brawlers
Jog backwards surrounded and protected by strapped birds draped in black furs
Break tracks words moving like ox herds i build, and study undisturbed
specialist of verbs i serve herbs with heavy cannon fire
Microphone Micheal myers poetical, diabolical , sire of my empire
Bringing more drama than Method man on the wire
Cannons hit Nick i took off with Mariah murderous umpire
Rarely tired slash assholes like tires until their dire lives expire
Hitman for hire with double digit pay
i stay dirtier than old ash trays i clash brave as emcees dash from stage
dash from stage, from faster blades to slash them lames with slower brainsQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
through the rain behold the rage as i fold these faggots like i fold the page
to the next chapter, the rapture, big heads catch skull fractures
through this blood pact we enact these facts to crack from slap impact
naw i aint the hulk but u wouldnt like me when im angry
all u boa constricter snakes tryin to strangle me but cant entangle me
mangle these Wackanese with my big ball sack danglin
your face fall flat from a banglin from the metal bats that im hangin with
spit off the head, spit on the head before u shine the shaft bitch
number one draft pick in this rap shit i blast clicks for target practice
so who wants to single themself out and get caught in a drought
i make it rain liquid lead, above ya head, mark u gon drown
sleep wit the pound in my sheets wit a round in the chamber
tryin to creep on the crown in these streets, u in danger
cuz real g's is on the endangered species list, so i need to persist
when they come to take me i need to resist, cant get p'd like a bitch...
Leave the odds tipped, a mosh pit of emotions swirling/
Slow motion switch quickly strategies swiftly unfurling//
Mind on the brink, field of vision sinks into a tunnel/
No time to think, swipe the gun leave craniums pummeled//
Flow spit into the funnel, drained into the minds of children/
Crazier than the crime scene that your bitch boy was killed in//
Can you sense what I'm feelin'? On a different plane of existence/
Leave you mind fucked, time stuck hit you with the persistance//
Never give up, even when the odds displayin' great difference/
Forever you fucked, you instigated now I'm gettin' consistant//
You can't withstand these fists, hands made of iron holdin' bags of canna-bis/
A man of bliss when puffin' my piff, but the quickness remains when I got the Chronic sick-ness//
Wanna' hit this, wait, lemme get back to my story of honor, emotion and glory/
Images gory, leave you pukin' try refutin' my word and become another one of my stories//
Slash wrists with fast rips of flesh danglin' veins hangin' low below the epidermis/
Fuck insane, I sanely refrain from keepin' peace, actin' cracked whack like Ernest//
I dip now, so get down as I fire this round to sound off/
Profound words found to be raw throat burnin' like a weed cough//
Muthafuckas keep sippin on crooked i, i wont lie, this niggas brains are paralyzed / Bustin a line, like premium wine, you cant rhyme, youre another wack rapper that must die / and its just cuz im ill, i hang you into windmill and shoot to kill and chill / Shit that happens just everyday, bury your ass into six feet deep any fuckin way,okay? / So you just better be aware and keep yo ass off my neighborghood, this is murda thang, im gonna shoot. MURDA LYRICISM! HAHAHAHAHAAAA.........
im ultra magnetized
implode rooms once i step inside
run and hide but you only find
im still right behind, so you move faster
but i control the sands of time
flip the hour glass, frozen just like your mind
i climb to new heights
fight with my own frights
with delight i put your head in my iron sights
shots that illuminate the night
by design an engineering prototype
foresight detects your inner plight
pleased to appease
fuck around i get nasty like a disease
SOLDIERS AT EASE!!!!
return to your duties
im killing sheriffs and deputies
regularly i make deaths happen accidentaly
fatally i pull mortal kombat fatalities
on enitre cultures and societies
Ight...check it
Im Careless n i could Care Less,Dont Dare Test my Courageous Bar-bar-i-ans
cause we Really Very Strong, and our flow's Tear Hole's thru ur Skel-e-ton
ok im done heh !
rip a bitch a new asshole, we blast fo's, get the fuck back hoes
we tag hoes plus toe tag ya ho ass if u let them gums smack bro
do these jawin ass tricks raw as some shit, no lubricants
shoot ya mans, leave u cowards shakin in yo poopy pants
im a fool with this lead, shoot to the head leave u in pools thats so red
im so fed yet im still hungry, tell the world get in my tummy
gettin this money like a CEO, on top of shit, u poppin shit that aint real
im tellin all u fruits we throw pineapples, dont get banana peeled
i knew some suicidals that could get korean era pineapples
a minimum of 10 for 500
pull the pin on em' and dive under something
you might die for nothing
used to put em' in glass jars and dump em'
off the top of the rock quarry and run when
the whole fucking town seemed to shake
yeah we were dumb then
and still are when it comes to having fun, man
on some jackass shit
mixed with pcp
when i go back to my hometown
and i can really be me
Produce downs syndrome babies when i fuck your karyotype
Droppin down to the pound and I pick' em while their ripe
Limited edition friction verbal piston composition
Decompose your diction with acidic magma raps
And I see your eyeballs blow when you see a monkey fap
and the gods unleash explosions of silver gator crap
shining Iron God blast you through the fourth dimension
Stab through chorionic villi with bloody murderous intentions
ill bash you like captain caveman
make ya face flat.. by day i slang grams
keepin da pay fat.. rockin' an A's cap
straight back.. jeans saggin'
illegally heat packin'
im up in the streets jackin'
bout to cash in... so give up ya jordans
or ill stab this fuckin shiv in your organs
you aint important.. you never were
im spillin more blood than st. gettysburg
machete surgery.. cutting ventricles vertically
purposly murdering.. nobody heard a thing
case closed.. maybe ill lay low
'n let the heat die.. maybe ill squeek by
police eyes.. 'n magnum P. I.'s
takin pictures outside.. my fuckin crib
cuz thats the life i live.. provide for my kids
by supplyin these bricks.. ill die for this shit
dont even try it bitch.. i amplely do
more tactical moves.. than uncle sam's troops
under bundles of bamboo
snare traps.. so if you dare pass
lift you up by your Air Max
I've seen more ass than a chair has
you've seen your bare hand.. nuttin else
its time you start facin' your frontin' self
cuz you lame's ..aint takin' the fuckin belt
Long slashes are left by the sharp textures of text
Vocals jump tracks beatdown vocal distress
Cap on the left field blood spills to fufill mass murder appeal
Pain pop your pills drill through the skill
Pockets magnetic to mills teeth covered by grills
Spit high glide and hover over hills
Fiends kill for crills we sell-out of steel
Stainless feel most mc's brainless still
Slow motion style tidal wave mental
Women i bend wild backshot professional
Snipe the congressional feds asking questions know
Go to war with wessuns out keep my clout during the drought
At low-key spots chopping rocks until i rock out
throw me in the box all contenders are boxed out
ice hidden slugs fly if robbery attemts are given
Mind bending quotes on the paper stashed in the linen
Stolen cars are burned after driven
Been spitting since "Let the rhythm hit em"
Your boys flow been poison since that wack group was on with micheal bivins
i aint worried about supply.. man i got shit to throw out
twenty pounds in the grow house.. ready to roll out
packin a bowl stout.. with sticky, ready to lift me
on sum shit that smells stronger than sweaty hippies
who've been sippin' whiskey .. no gettin' lippy
up on my fuckin J ..for all i know your slobber has aids
or herpe outbreaks.. so pass it back to me, about face!
get the fuck out my place, before i smash the fuck out your face
wit da butt of a guage ..or fifty timbs on fuckin parade
these faggots wanna puff with nothin' to pay
this aint a fuckin gift.. you see me rollin up in a sleigh?
it aint the holidays.. yall know me for my ballin' ways
haulin' wieght .. lamp in a 7 seater done all in suede
call the race.. your broke down beater stalled at the gate
engines smokin away.. 'n pistons broken in eight
jagged fragments explodin' your way.. exposin' ya brain
as your opened in ways.. that sergeons are certainly cursin'
head bare with flesh tears hangin' like purplely curtains
check this, a soldier of the battle fields
who came to rattle some emcee's
I'm bubbling, the hypes killing the opposition
no one's worthy enough to say they my competition
dropping gems, but I'm not a clumsy thief
you got an army? only takes one of me to beat
pit me up against a galaxy, even hell it self
satan him self I'll beat that ass with a belt
feelings hurt so bad secreting yellow fluids
now you know I'm don, king, whatever, I'll shoot you kids
an unbreakable human structure liable to be bombproof
We bomb shoot pull widoms from the roots of their tooth
Terrorist troops in the booths stealing coupes from the brutes
Ladies swallow the juice devils hung with the noose
Vigins hit til it's loose get her open with grey goose
Units that exist die from heart attacks , and stroke due to forceful crack hits
I bring it back flip, killing the son of a bitch
and the bitch too after i bone her on the project roof
My killers move in schools keep the guns niggas keep thier kool
and violent tyrants watching better pay-per-view