Pulling out my battle lance/
coming through full force/
knockin you right off your hoarse/
your bitch ass is coarse/
when i kill you even your bitch wont be filled with
remoarse/
I'll make you dance,from the bullets i shot that land
in your pants/
watch me watch u when u die im in my serious stances/
killing u with my ever-lasting laser guided-glances/
have you froze in your mid-step like a deer in
head-lights/
looks like you dont bath ya got head-lice/
im looking at you like the dead-sights,and see your
soul/
ya know what,i see its not whole/
so im gonna drop you like a badd-badd-habbit/
a pull new skills out like a magician does-a-rabbit/
make you drop your skill ya-cant-grab-it/
when you loose ya gonna be like dag-nab-it/
see that belt that u lust for ive already had-it/
and when its on the loose im gonna take a quick
stab-at-it/
your face is pale like a-crack-att-ic/
your postures madd fucked up ya need a crafts-mat-ic/
ya stop your rymes and look up i got an automatic/
so koas im almost dunn killin you and murdering your
son/
i just love to make fun of wack-cats/
and tell em that crack-kills/
and the last thing that i told them is dont forget i
got some mad-skillz/

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