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"
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