Intro:
Time for ya life to end deathwalker walkin his destined path//
Clutchin my fukin gat dis playa gunna get fukkin clapped//

verbally impossible~ meanin u cant spit even if ya mouth had sulphuric acid in it//
cut the crap raps, im winnin,"truedat" u never listen i tried to warn u son too late, u gettin slitted//

i'll start at ya toes, same way dat i treat all my ~faggot-foes~//
dis faggot knows i beat him so many times he's wearin his losses in ~faggot-rows~//(sumthin like cornrows)

i pop E"klipz through ya vertabrae yall know whats da ~word-today~//
dont test the best cuz i paint ya chest wit ma ~verbal-spray~//

i'm actually surprised to see u rise from ya ~last fall~//
son i thought u was finished i played "snooker" wit ya head like it was a ~glass-ball~//

i watched ya come back n run back till i was sick off ya faggot ass ~comebacks~//
ahh, cats got ya tongue jack? too late its all over dis time aint no return from ya ~bumshack~//

finisher:
i got ya permanantly retired you're gunna be runnin from dis battle wit ya head on fire//
markin ya death is ma desire, crushin ya for good its true yall can me a ~lyer~//

ahhh shit dat was fun while it lasted time to put dis wangsta bitch in his casket!!!!
peace

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ExPlicitOT
~'LyRiCaLLy UnToPaBlE'~
~FrEe AgeNt~