Rise to the heavens like an angel in flight,
My body feelin light from the pot I ignited,
feelin relaxed yet excited, my mind incited 2 write.
Clench my crosshair tight as a vise on biters on site.
Holographic sight, do your whole demographic right,
Sawed to your knee caps reducin your height,
In the mood for a fight a loose screw wit a driver,
Im liver with tool-like devices, shoot you off your bicycle,
brought the Slap Chopper, they all sliceable diceable.
From rhymes they enticed to rise the level of decibels,
Brought the death metal for that hip-pop, pop kettle,
I am a hot fellow, similar to a Young Money general,
Shoutout to Lil Wayne, all haters can get the shovel,
arguin which artist should be labelled the most fraudulent,
look in the mirror you prick mouth smellin like dick,
from gay sex fuelled by haterade, you should say Amazing Grace,
before I put this fist to your face give my knuckles a taste.
I eat MCs like a feast of the Holiday season.
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