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a no good delinguent wat mom-dukes-sed/while i plam-tools-wit-led accourse-u-shed a boss-who-sed-u-are ya top lutenent-in-da-box upset dug with expectin da grave/poppa 'Cryin' herd his boi caught a speshul-tray like a waitress 'Pilot'//spiten shells biolin out da cannon 'ROUnds-shout-Quiker'//disturbin da peace like a 'down-south-nigga'/ i'll deep 'coffin-ya-crew'/and leave ya dumb-chiken wit cum-drippin like a 'REatards-Drool'/truthly i gota 'loyal' blaid the way it 'Sticks-by'' threw ya 'kidney-side' shift'n-sliden nife hed first when its 'dippin-n-dive'n' to many 'dick-riders' so a fit condom would be 'provided'//i'll stop u and ya spouses cardio-vascular pounding//cuz when i choke ya bitch out in the pool i'm a leave ur hArt-'Drowning'/dump in the river where they pronounce they fount'em//tree'z i burn'em-fast-till-baked murda-mass-da-state-u-herbs-is-trash-n-fake robberies i'm lerkin-fast-wit-blaid-first-victim-snatch-n-take-perses-grab-n-wait-talk shit till them husrses-fast-at-wake my verbal-rash-on-lame so stepin to me make sure u reherse-ur-rap-okay i leave niggaz at the emergency-wit-patches-n-aids lettin the nurses-practice-on-face i aint stoppin till the dirt-casket-layed these fake niggaz gettin "exploided" when i burst-threw-they-masqarade//on top-of-it-all i'll putchya brawd on track and i aint talkin-a-song//just hoen-out-till-six-and on the street like a 'hold'n-out-kick-stand'//these niggaz aint trynna let da 'semy-pout' get stabed in ya serebelom-for-being-jelous-and letchya 'Envy-out'//and u could spit-hard-lame but fuck wit me and getchya frame broke like a jig-saw-game and as far as ya raps u-lames-notta just 'gased' like butane-bodels/