With Intentions To Annihalate Any Herb Who Trys To Be
Be A Heavyweight/
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With Inventions That Procastinate Any Vet Who restarts
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Who Came From The Back Slumps, Remember You From Back'N Da Day, You Used To Get Merked By Half-Chumps/
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2 Reverse Thumbs, When Critics Critize Your Shit, Broke-Bumb, Your Lyrics Ain't Ever Gonna Cop You Shit/
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This Bitch Retiring After I'm Done Spitting This Fire In, The Way I Merk This Bitch, I'll Be Meet By Cars With Sirens/
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So Grab Ya Gats or Your Verbal Acidic Flows, Your Bullets Be Whistlin & Missin & Hissin, Cause Your Scared To Throw One Blow/
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Call Me Da Butcher, The Way I Claim Win To Dis Beef, Call Me Tyson, The Way My Punches Knocking Out All Ya Teeth/
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From The Depths Of Hell, To The Abyss Of Heaven, Yo Confessions Got You Into Tribulations With the Iraqian Revren/
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My Words Will Sevren, Your Anatomy, Welcome To R-Rated's *Cript* Academy, You Be Quik To *Walk* Away In A *Blood*y Tragedy/
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On The Mic You Say You Sick, But You Stole Your Shit off Blunt, You Remind Me Of Dick, With Two Loose Ass Nutz/
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