...I'm making a trojan horse of the killer wasp to break the bank
and raid the ranks until post-mortem frangrance rank, my rage is cranked
each page I sank my inkpen in to shank, my god has me to thank
the wu'ether been s'posed to agreed wwiiith me, 31 years to blink
and so wut now wwiiill re-member me, I don't give up rights to shit
any chick cross-eyed to me I'll pluck of feathers then fry 'til crisp
the bullseye, 2 and 15 I hit, impeccable darts adrift
if wu'tang knew the mission statement, I'm present so far's the gift
my origin nation's uncompromisable, deposit you
into a deficite unclimbable, my god can't rile a troop
I'll leave you where I sea you, breaching our borders impossible
new jersey drive's toll on I-95 of-course an obstacle
sit down, read a book, and wait to be called out's what the lobbies do
any crash dummies die all alone, not how kamikazes do
this ch8colate princess-acting female's shirt read what would o-dog do
I'll hammer her to walls and floors 'til I'm who she goes "oh God!" to...
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