Originally Posted by
sergeant steels
8 bars.. iight mate
Lil ruger aint kno he dun fucked with a sharp marksmen, lyrical king midas
Pathetic boy scout troop herb gonna be left ashes within 90 degrees of my infernal heat cypher (360 degrees)
I was born to destroy and rebuild, funny u the 98th page on my chronicle (9=born 8=destroy and rebuild)
Now its time to chop off ya thick hollow skull, leave insects crawling around it in a dark surface of solitude
Is it possible them 5 Willy Wonka kids hit me up cuz they knew I spat them golden bars
While I heard u would invite homos to ya crib and insert ya shit up their colon hard
Got bagged with ya bitch ass squad, it made u shit in ya pants, while u was gettin harassed, first off the fags the fuckin jakes grabbed
Also heard this kid tries snatching styles out recycle bins, but evidently gets confused with the str8 trash
No doubt, unzipped the suitcase took out about 7 or 8 clips and loaded the ghat now listen
Aint no stoppin me now when this bird comes out he gonna fall just like in the old Nintendo Entertainment System (duck hunt off NES)
I rip mic chords and tape one end up to the roof, tie up the other end just like a noose
With intentions more sicker than those ya pops had on u when u was a youth
Im equipped with massive stamina, though hungry as fuck like a muslim right after ramadan
Right after the deadly slaughter u recieved, I left ur ligaments hidden under that sink in ur avatar
If I wouldve taped this massacre, large amounts of blood wouldve blocked all the graphics
I give props to those that withstood such brutal force this wrath right here was packed with
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