i kno i mite sound lyke busta_bust to you but i created this genetic
clone jus to speak to you. built in with all these technological advances
ud probly think im some sort of inspector gadget..
i jus should become a "cereal" killer but ive got a hunch nxt person on my list is capt
crunch.. cuz yall niggaz jus cookies
i crush em and dunk em and thats what players lyke me do. jus fuk em and dump em
and thats why u cats wanna stick me in prison
cuz i wont trade pride for patriotism. so when im ina cell u better pray i dont survive
cuz ill come back with fire and brimstone inside
so now im on a quest for the beholders of the world but first i gotta make a quickie to my girl...
but when i look in her eyes i start and feel dis twitch and automatically think * start stabbin dis pregnaunt fat b!tch * but instead i cock my gun back at a 90 degree angle
but before that click i can hear her verdabrate dangle...
and after the drop of her body i can picture the siege compressing my body lyke im conjoined at the knees and shyt its lyke minus 40 and im styll cutting the cheese. so when u pass by try not to sneeze
cuz u be spreadin not sars but that other diesease
so ima sit on this comp chair nood my head and chyll cuz tomorrow while im getttin studio tyme u be wrking at no frills and jus lyke eminem i Murder Muder Muder. Kill Kill Kill...

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