Flyweight
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IP:
Quick somebody get this guy a bib, shits leaking from his mouth,
I bring illness, but all you bring is linguistic droughts//
Killing you is effortless; it's my newly chosen career,
I'll take your head clean off with a pair of rusty shears//
You burst into tears, trying to stop my 360 degrees of hotness,
Scorch your balls, castrate you and leave you crotch less//
Like MC Hammer "you cant touch this", it will burn,
Leaves scars, you know the consequences if you dare to return//
Youre like a worm, rummaging though the soil and the dirt,
I'll cut you into 500 pieces, show you how my style can hurt//
I stomp you like a Smurf, rap your tiny ass into a casket,
You're fuckin backward, but my method " brings the pain" real drastic//
You snap like matchsticks, folding from the force and pressure,
I slice and dice, with carving knives, rip you to shredders//
I snatch your lung, tear out your tongue, for a trophy,
Mount your head on a spear and carry it around so people notice me//
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