Flyweight
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The Sickest of Sick
IP:
Shit is Fire
No one will be sicker after me//
Light the tip of my tung and spit gasoline//
I ready for war, like a TOP-SPEED-SPARTAN//
Goin on shoppin sprees at LOCKHEED-MARTIN//
You are not me pardon// you lack da rhymes//
Clit-clack, while I rip backs and spines//
I’m known forever with skills// my letters are drills//
Clever and real// nigga if I ever get killed//
Put a chainsaw and shovel inside of my casket//
Dig myself out, first nigga I see is getting his ass kicked//
I been round niggas who are cold and killas//
And yall are juss fake like smoke and mirrors//
When it’s quiet for a while, they think the horror stopped//
Then they opened and let me out of Pandora’s box//
The biggest mistake ever made to date, I paved da way//
Yall niggas cant escape the hate//////////
bitch
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ya numba done came// and crumbled ya fame// into a ball' a umbrulla disolves into flames// u under my REIGN//-Royce da 5'9''
why do it// knowin u can light my saliva like lighta fluid//-Royce da 5'9''
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