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    my flaming delivery is a mystery lyricaly,your pissin me seriously
    listen to my symphoney of misery, get ya head blown like the john f kennedy legacy
    there no fuckin remedy, for the dieseaes i iam breathin,
    that causes phoney rappers to start bleedin n heavin while kneelin
    your flow is treason, different dirt "for 4" seasons, youl get burnt for no reason
    i see this lille jerk is still "teethin" a lil work n ill start "dog breedin"
    thats,gettin bitches to fuck you, then killin your children, indo flames cooling
    soothing my mind before i start shooting, bare bodies droppin, like iraqi shopping
    iam chopping your floppin bars, n moppin the rotton lines you droppin with cotton
    theres no stoppin once sidi starts stompin, my digis weigin your coffin
    fuckin forgotton, your rhymes be so common, like eric capton iam strummin, humming
    funny memories of bumming ya cousin, lungin at your Gs in the dozens, brotha stop runnin
    you asked for the verbal gunning, iam certainly cunning, murkin your mum in!
    shes jurkin my dick while iam fuckin ya aunt kim, no chance kid,
    iron lance caves your head in, slayed n stuffed in a breadbin
    your corpse sawed and mauled covered in "red ink"
    your blood mixed with rest of the fluid in your pen lid
    -110 drips, SHIT! what gives? you supposed to compose notes before you fuckin spit,
    iam fuckin sick, an i see your writing shit, i think its time that you "tighten that grip"
    Last edited by SID; 02-11-2008 at 01:58 PM.
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    J.T.S:


    When this Foreigner Sidious spits his “Cold as Ice” lyrics I become the
    coroner/
    Leavin him bleedin like an Atmosphere fans wrist in the corner faster than
    Jeremy Wariner/
    Born to inform ya, I spit slicker lyrics than driving on ice with tires not
    studded/
    With these lines in my veins I can show sidious the meanin of “Hot
    Blooded”/
    How could ya not love it, a battle with more sick lines than a doctors
    office/
    The creativity line, I’m bout to cross it and smash Sidious like a mosh pit
    with an acrositc/
    Futile Attempts To Destroy Your Nemesis Are Mocked Often/
    Especially when your oppenent has got ya name on a marked coffin/
    m the specter in his head when hes getting his bed rest, I make him
    restless/
    as I go wreckless, he couldn’t reach the top if this was a bad game of
    Tetris/
    this is over like your life is, I hand you the knife you plan to commit suicide
    with/
    I come from down under like Osiris, you can be B. Rabbit but ill be the
    Calici virus/
    im Goliath but you aint David bra you couldn’t sling rocks in the streets of
    Albania/
    Like Europeans I raped your mother land spreading disease from Australia/
    I parted the Atlantic and walked to where this cunt be, killing a foreign
    scene/
    cos he could never come to my country, we dont allow fruit through
    quarantine/
    WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.

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