im perverted it seems, since the lord deserted my dreams
im always broke,dont provoke if its worth it i'll scheme
kick the real shit ya couldnt deal wit, a mercilous feind
i write the tragic ,servin emcess, wit a side of salad,
the styles tip top, i make hip hop my bride for marriage
you tried to manage, but couldnt disguise the damage
you guys have had it,
im the headless horseman of rap, enforcin my facts
leavin contortions on cats, n straight scorchin the wack
half of yall traded in ya skills for a porsche and a gatt
fuck poppin lead im choppin heads like swordsmen in fact
the last real rapper, im the unheard myth that you fear
you strickened in fear when my names whispered in ears
more bite than bark turn light to dark n cause mass panic
lookin for a fight to start with a mic in grasp, i blast faggets
just a lil verse
tryin to elevate ya know
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