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You and 90% spittin so easy to murder it's kid's play::
The way 'bullets get in yo ass' folks think my gun is gay!!!
I pray for the worse..Profess voodoo curse rap's worst::
With broken fingers, no tongue, how U gonna scream out nurse??
Remorse is for the weak..I speak on point like a eagle's beak::
Peeps come to see me spit like watching Lord of the Rings to hear Speigal speak::
shakespeare the cape fear me not when i come like the messiah, straight implyer do or dier should simply burn you like eternal fire. seek higher must speak to the weak 8 days and no feature, hidden temples in ya head teach techniques of a deadly creature.
David in the Mud wit Triangles, vision mangled
Entangled kinetic magnetic checkers
Star-spangled electric light sectors
Quardants, Mecha-Shiva guarded, retarded
God is, me at the monent
I've found the component
What is? A wizard doin' in the trees?
Mindin' his knees, please I sees sights
DMTastic spastic actions, disease? Nah I love life.
Yo the names Khemikal and ill bloody my axe,
Im deadlier the Cyanide or the white Anthrax,
I rock the Nike 6-0's,
and the Wu Wear clothes,
Im so cool look like ya froze,
What ya got a cold here blow ya noze,
Imma go squirt ya girl wit my hose.
Im Khemikal and im crazy to the core,
Im wit ya mom the lil whore,
Ding-dong who can that be at the door?,
Its me muthafucka dont make me count to four,
1-2-3 aw fuck it,
Ill pull out the shotty and spill ya brain in a bucket,
Whip out my dick and make ya girl friend suck it,
Im so deadly you can call me the guillotine,
Im so dark imma devilish feind,
Im from a nightmare aint from faggot dream,
watchin Megan Fox, man i just creamed.
speak the lingo armed kinkos be pringles for you ringo starrs wit no bars
i just drum you down to beats like i was rumbling in the bronx like jackie chan/
prep the bars high enough sold cold froze flows frosty shows be hoes that don't go
throw in darts i ship sharks like boats that ain't leave the ark/
i am the spark you cannot heart heat cha down to liquid metal
you can't reform this ain't T2 this is the real duke ain't no crew/
your destro without the cobra i'm a solider you can't colar
out the hollow be your brains marked in yellow
get cha splattered like mustard on a hot dog frank/
Decepticon depicting devilish deeds,
My warnings and advice you have nt heed,
Imma a true horsemen ill ride my stead,
Ya hungry? Ill feed ya wit bullets and lead,
Shoot you in the chest, legs, arms, and head,
Ya dead go to sleep in ya eternal bed,
You just got ran up by the Irish Mob,
Maggots gonna eat you like corn on the cob,
Prepare to rot in the Earth and crumble away.
Spit on y'all right quick check it
my brain spazz I'm gold well toned feel the wrath
Strike to the death cobra style furious, and fast
Talk a walk with a crook through his book blast
i make words come alive those not animated will not survive
What you know about going to war without a tool by your side
mentally nice your talking revolution but not ready to sacrifice
Your freedom for death snakes get left bleeding the best
While I'm beating the stress pigs harass me for sess
I's real in the session checking mics isn't a hobby it's a profession
Crooked with my intentions there's more to life than dropping' jewels and lessons
Allah my seeds bless em when i depart from Babylon
Knowing once I'm gone the god's legacy will carry on
anger in the nation sensation with fire arms
Section 9 chess masters owners of the sting like scorpions
Armor bronze chest plate Teflon far from a big Willie don
earth your moms game chirped the blonds
Moving work was wrong money never came free
r.i.p. to my summer casualties shorties soon killers to be
But never naturally the truth freed a trapped man to see
Over the mountaintop Illuminati's public enemy
spring the traps tap the gaps
your raps are preps without the steps/
cheze the gletch i rush them darts
wit darks in the sparks leaving hearts departed/
unchart cha region my sessions be seisures
apply press here spit fire resting all tested/
address the best even weaponry be even
leaving negress deaded with swords as my weapon/
outros be power zero now y'all are just heroes with no budget
just love it when we click clack crushing dusted winds/
wings a buzzards crush touching tone jones
bone hoes flows throwing darts out cha domes/
openly throne hit a homer jack a bone crusher
told cha pads weren't touching timed by the grimy primed me/
slide out lambo rambo handle backs like pigeions in iraq
slab the doc slash the croc seen the time tock away/
slave stoffers rumage through coka blow through ropa
hold cha reigns taken games breaking waves open minds like caves/
On the real I'm the illest on Earth, like I caught a disease from Mars::
Profess so outta this world n so sick I sneeze on Stars::
Peeps I please with bars..I'm fighting wars to protect hip hop::
Gunning down u tight pants wearers with hollow tipped glocks::
Stick to ya skinny jeans n autotone..I got autos thats chrome::
I Indiana Jones 2 you fools ripping hearts with hands alone::
Decline ya Fag's that try n Divide my Pay, Depsite tha LateQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
feeling's i've had Inside of Me, i Hate the Fact they Disguise they Face
Ignite the Place with Dynamite Stick's, Light da Wick from da Fyah i spit
Higher I Sit, the Wiser i Get, so Neither Guy's Win,
Entire Mind's Rip, when i Desire My Chips
The Mighty Highness, Igniting Fires to Raid the sceneQuote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Disguise my Silence with Rhymin' violence to Make 'em bleed
The Toxic Tonic I Bottle may Enable Me
To Slaughter All of them Pronto, from A to Z
U SHEEPle..follow the shepard hands..raps like battering RAMs::
I've been known to eat u nigs..similar to Silence of the LAMBs::
Damn, caught the theme?..I mean, I clean clean spleens::
Yall like "is he a Math PROFESSor the way his MULTIs gleam?"::
Been here and there, done it yeah..fear appear everywhere::
Share my historicals with a psych laying in his office chair:::::::::::
Many designate from sins hell destined count ya blessings
On the right road with these expressway expressions
9 sections of concepts, and conceptions
Frame decked in L.r.g. lyrical rhyme grenades explode
War declared and aired on airwaves for sure in area codes
I'm in the area cold crafting terrorist poems
Murder was the case closed the judge face froze
Bomb shows with earth scrolls the ace old
Like shop lifting catchers, you're phonies in disguises
High off mergin' different herbs,remainin wise when
I'm bent,never lose control, Wonderin' who sent
These snakes, Lurkin', Lifestyles are intense
In conditions that's corrupted, Back in school we ain't listen
Envyin the ones who frontin' like ya bitch is
Stitches for the snitches and ya innocence
Thugs sin with no remorse, Wonder where our lives went
One stare, will get a dude flamed like torches
It's real, from thoughts in my mind, to the creases in my air forces