Its Lyrikless DestruKtion when GKillaz in ya area,
no real G's, no fans, only pubic hair dat be hearin ya//
as you spit and you chant and perform on that 'mike'...
by the way... you 'suck' at that too...only customers deem it "aight"//
I flow through hoes like a nose runny with cold
dropping the hot feeling real deal on ya like a time at mickedees// (McDonalds)
I know...its the first real meal that u had in years,
scavengin shit mo efficient-ly than a vulture with ears//
I twist yo neck swift...u lookin back wondering what hit ya//
then I split and I split ya leavin tears running down ya back//
I got a knack for traps using ma score like a phsycopath//
assumming the 'TRUE' name of my victims...I'm now GwannabeKillaz05wannabeMack//
Crews don't daunt me and I flaunt it but if u want some assurance...
I beat da whole bunch a ya like MK endurance//
popping purple pillz like your avatar and frontin like u popped G's,
I'll pop shit colder than Canada activatin the rheumatism in yo knees//
and I won't stop poppin only ya say please...
pop yo mum in her E-Y-E as a tribute to B-I-G//
(from Dead Wrong)
and u want COME-BY-ME all wily with fake shit, all smiley, to sell...
even if u used dat dead shit as manure, ya still couldn't grow some skell//(skill)

its too cold to bring heat from Canada//
no choice...I beat ya black and white lika a Panda//
yo always wondered yo life's purpose grasshopper...
this defeat should give you da answer//

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