I'm colder than Artic blasts in mid December
Freezing contender's until none are left remembered for decapitating your members
Captain Hook bloody look cruddy as shitty potties lyrically flowing nastier than diarrhea
Hold your nose break your pose hand you a death rose here's a toast to your lost soul
Push-ups keep the chest swole blast your vest holes sets stretched like vagina's after running trains my temper insane blowing membranes on Hills like Cypress I smoke the unrighteous from Sing Sing to Rikers more treacherous than Hell's Angel bikers



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