a yo, on this couch, you can find me fuckin' speakin out it is instinct like a mallard duck flyin south, A yo, i'm out but insane movin all about if i'm in a ill crew bring tha vouls out, linked together, A ryme a mine will rap you up like a sweater, thread shredder, i'll hit 'chu so many times wit wicked wrist slittin' lines and break every vertabre in ya shitty spine, call it now, i'm divine and a vitcory will certainly be mine any time i ryme, movin down, i'm at 'cha chicken legs now, i'll pulverise ya knee wit a full round house, i need more, yo i will stab ya fuckin' mouse that scurres about on ya floor in ya busted house, i'll bust you in the mouth, and knock ya teeth out, you aint about shit bitch in a tidal 'bout i will move ya eye to the other side poppin the other one out, i don't need a gun, when i'm speakin out i 'ca freeze a rapper cold as fuck like pole south or the south pole, i am the nuttiest shit talkin' turd you will eva find in a toilet bowel. get at me quick... supplies wont last... but skill will
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