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shoot dem in public so 10000 seen it, like your Youtube views
its hunt and killin season so i come like Terminator 2,
liquid metal flow, scatter they blood like rose petals
blood like the water in the kettle, pop em like a boil
bodies droppin over oil in a desert nameless
and the shameless on who to blame it aint adjacent
but off in a White House drinkin tea or some shit
aint that some shit? how the cowards run shit?
leave they bodies to the hungry, da powerless and angry
smell like the shit that come out they mouths they stankin
bankin, on the backs of the bruised, they thankless,
to the ones that made their lifestyle possible
thats why i look at them like some meat thats choppable
bring the cleaver made in Russia, stamped metal receiver
make them a believer in the power of the people
everybody dies at the end, aint no room for a sequel
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bust these tombs open spit-box acid saliva melted the mail-box
beer hops eyes red I appear shot moving pale rocks
on black roads split the lanes speed with a cold
hurdle the globe got dap from a elderly cat god-father old
your twinkies in wrappers the shit-bag slapper
hands covered throwing up after like oprah's lover
you sorry Rueben? my old school jewels glow link was Cuban
smooth in the throw hands department bearded like rick Rueben
the opponent I dropped family guy shot animated the block
run from the cops with no brakes i'm a snow flake
that landed on crystal lake being born was your pops mistake
bag the groceries you cashier another homo-dancer like drake
you loc's are so broke you can't afford Debbie cakes
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Beat Lil Debbie with a rake and bitchslap Miley Cyrus-
with a bouquet of violets and my fist until her face is violet
you cant escape the violence, my pace is silent,
with a rusty 9-m, m and that shit is silenced
only sound is the body droppin to the floor bitch
if im not rappin im probably choppin limbs in a forest
aint talkin tree branches, known as the steel mantis
roll with Black Panthers and Tamil Tigers
act like an animal but you as real as a liger
I got the Napoleon Dynamite toss nades from a motorbike
while you pose with dykes in Facebook photos
you skinny jeans homo, ill blow up your rowboat
leave you at the bottom of the lake like sediment
your location inevident while im blazin yo residence
defacin these seperatists like public monuments
to a fascist regime my dream team lazer beam target yo scheme
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Surgically evil with mint condition surgery tools students fainted in medical school
body covered with a homeless blanket corpse thrown in a pool
spoon fed poisoned oatmeal then ice-pick in the throat kill
nurses chill in the locked fridge right next door to where the cop lives
screw moms then have them drop us off with homemade bombs
delivery special with cut-off tongues, and arms
eyeballs on pop sticks dealers on the spot clipped
brass knuckle greetings after your done eating your bitch
remove the ribs fed to doggy dog with fingernails we make chop-sticks
laser eyes like bobby analog hogs dropped with drop-kicks
owing kick-backs crack heads with lips chapped
we take from the system and never give back
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the pain i give back as your ribs crack from a finger tap
Kenshiro urban war hero reduce your numbers to zero
JTS with an SKS in the back of a Blue Chevy
interruptin your ruse deadly fire abusin your crew heavily
reverse gravity to lift these bitches off the ground
kick back of a shotgun shoot these pigeons shit to ground
stripped of sound its a Def Jam, dead man head in my fridge
limbs in the freezer, apply lead enemas 2 skeezas
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lame hands, front the trophy, he dont deserve that
herb frontin hard with the gat, screamin he splurged that
most of these cats frontin, look gorilla poke tax
runnin, look, tote, spit all up on wax
projects, original concepts, take the wrong step
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choppas on deck, claim you holdin a tek
Bitch im holdin da internet squeezin yo chicken neck
Grip like on the the neck of my dick
When its stuck in yo chick, rippin the shit
like I do when I spit while u act rude wit your click
call me the dude with the shit, shit on you
lyrically droppin pigeons like they shit on you
call me Birdman but I dont live in Louisian
got styles from here 2 Japan, im the man
write yo plan down, and ima X it out
wreckin ball I wreck the house plus deck ya mouth
Like an Inspectah chin checka fag detecter
get this shit crunker than bags of meth
blow yo house down like hurricane winds
get it in givin praise to sin while i blaze the In-
or the Out do get smacked in the mouth ho this yo outro
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thrones come in columns iron out cha Solomon, you ain't rocking jahbrulata
my flows ionized the atmopshre rocking statues proclaimating/
your abstractnation castrating your closed caption, while you waiting
i'm taken by satan breaking you faking laces out like eihorn/
emcees die long bygones can get cut by my tarsus bull horns
bottle your raigeki, shocking give you cold feet
once beat a drum sucker a lung short/
pumpking the king of ghost
roast toast faust host/
shogun assassin kindness is my greatest assest
match wits with me is like a dragon dwelling in a cave/
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in a cave, underground, is where them motherfuckers found
bathe in pillars of flame with the dark lord, ghost ship starboard
to cleanse the world of apes known as human kind
turn em to a bacon breakfast for the draconian overmind
im like NORE slime, screamin what what what what
motherfuckers suckin nuts while trustin sluts
secretly desirin fucks in butt from young bucks
get yo shit stuffed, u aint a bitch still get cuffed
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the only 1 that I fear is God
wild rappers appear thinkin they Metapod
but my attacks is super effective
slap em wit a Pokeball to Catchem
I like eatin French Fries with Ketchup
or maybe some gravy, fat bastard eat a baby
not even a blade of legend could slay me
poltergeist holdin heist lift up guys hold in vise
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Problematic scenes in Movies, been skilling a mountain
Leave you surfed and turfed like Godzilla stomping thru mount Fiji/
Probe the vilest iron out dials problems arise stylistic topical
Molten cha destruction, trance cha magic swordsman/
i played through boards man, leave a few chess pieces on the board man
Dragoon vagal bonds optical time strategic whereabouts/
Strategies awaken forces outta this world like your majesty
Corpses in Christie’s backyard, smackdown on Fridays
Like another wrestling event at the atrium/
Deep diver twin saliva, armed rider
Blind mascots like two blind mice/
Put your flow & bars in a bag of rice
Think Asians gonna fix ya twice/
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Broken electronics tone robotic flow bionic
A new Saga's Genesis borne faster than Sonic
In the Streets of Rage engage Mortal Kombat
kangaroo soul clap, put em down under with wombats
walk with an aluminum bat bustin car windows
lookin for change they aint got no cents (sense) though
stole they tires started fires on they block
bust a safe lock as they duct taped on the sofa
there wasnt no fucking coke just baking soda
made em lean like they drank an eighth of coda
black screen game over, planet of apes take over
someday Ill be on Oprah like I was Doctor Phil
tellin little kids to pop some pills and obey-
the supreme all seeing eye, Cyclops optic ray
my team is like Optic, Black Ops Modern Warfare
looked out the window once but the graphics sucked out there
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disappear after I dis em then hit em with spears the cause probable
drop a log on em for missing a point that's logical
cannon hidden in a cabin specially made for the head of grand-dragons
I rock standing while it's shit they stand-in dammed men
kicked out villages for pill popping pillages dj drop the blend
you can send whomever for blood losses thug bosses
eye out the socket hit darts thrown roger the rocket on steroids shit
surprise em like a jammed gun mentals of vaginal rappers split
pass the clip so I can blast a lip another cut off junkie bitch
so to hell with your punk me pitch I thump leave em with lumps then dip
with both pockets loaded with chips
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waddlin like a penguin weapons ready for emptyin
leave em froze like arctic ice floes the hardest
mic pros the dartsmiths starvin artists marksmen
when we aimin, but fuck that shit ill be sprayin
cuz aint nobody got time for that shit
pass the dip and your chips im snackin bitch
this rappin shit is just practice for tongue lashins
in a truly fucked fashion, dick slap em after i blast em
leakin plasm...
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Brave in the spark, ripping down posters of ya favorite rappers
If the walls get any closer, I’m roast ya with more flames than C4/
Get raw on the microphone get played on beats
Quicker than any trailblazer that ain’t Greg Oden
Get lonely get cha heated and then doused/
You drowning in rivers slip and falling
Then you screaming “I cannot get up”/
Stand-up this is hope doper than soap
Quotients be components to anything proponent/
Atone for it, in the graveyard I stay shifting shifts
Gifting gifts spitting flames hot enough to lite ya a spliff/
Uniquely oblique critique what cha cannot shake and bake
Fake lakes make more invasions get disillusion like a corporation/
Distorting forcing flames dusting games busting lames
Trusted games, get pieced by how I am catching flames/
Get torched touched my maven haven been in saving graces
Hasten waste, get cha TV station computers compiling spots correctly/
Directly shocked by the bewitchment the remnants get disseminated
Information replicated computers just go and duplicate it
