then turned around and fled

in your throat they imbed

steady givin swerve to tha FED

lying in a hospital bed

right next to the shed

Rising up from the dead

Bullets fast to your head

brain mind scars I embed

Pumpin you full of lead

bringin pain of the ancients but 3 fold...

Five, now you've been told

shit u actin kinda bold

gimme a blanket im cold

i think ya brain´s sold


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turn ya back on me, get clapped and lose ya legs...

these rhymes are gettin OLD

Flip the script, new story

bitches start to get worried

erasin niggaz like jeapordy catergories

trying to say they sorry

militous like Michigan murderin many

Bitches screamin who killed kenny

no better killer than me

see mostly half witted mc's

this kid just got told

this for battles this is old

Going six words is bold.

blowin big blunts of dro

Smackin old ladies wearin blindfolds.

Gutrer dudes hood minds molded

tha good die young holdin

A bag of scarred tokens

get you open wit potentshit

You ain't Poe so quit.

All this melodramatic gangsta ish

You ain't worthy to spit.

So back off this shit

Get hit with tha fifth.

smokin´weed, gettin´a drift....

spittin' quicker than the swift

My Rhymes Give Epileptic Fits