Originally Posted by SpOk3N
These kids Spit Redundant, Like They Shit's Just Abundant
Hands so Hot When I Write
That when I grab i mic, it melts to a Stiff, Liquid Substance
And My Wrist Twitch, To Touch whatever Pad I was Holdin'
Too lazy to take these kids out, like I'm Ya Dad on the Sofa
Believe, that Wrath's on a Soul Mission
To kill all the Gold Diggers
Who keep givin' him Those pictures
To get in his Dough quicker
But he's too sick for that, he'll steal ya nude pics, ya rude bitch
Want me to ice ya neck?
I'll throw you head-first thru your new Fridge
Now Who's This? A Crazy Maniac, Sprayin Gats? He Taking Cats
Back to where he Made His Rap, His Major Lab, His Paper Stacks
His Genius, His Lyrics, GOD! His Soul, His Emotions, YES!
Till You Find out he's broke as shit...and Nope, He's EmotionLESS
Don't Quote his Methods of Mayhem, He will Get up n Slay Men
And Bury these Block Niggas till they End Up in Pavement
You Better say AMEN, Shut your eyes, and Pray Silently
I'm a monster on the prowl, Father in the wild, killin Prey Quietly
Killin' Schools of Kids, who need to Learn how to Rhyme with care
Only Projects they blew up is volcanoes in they Science Fair
He's just a Guy with Dangerous Ways, to Remain as the Greatest
Sicker shit, than having boyfriends get Jenna Jameson's Face Licked
The Shots Come, And the Cops Run, like the Donuts Arrived Home
Graffiti artist literally get sick
If they Throw Up in MY Zone...
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