This munky could go *bananas* with his flow and still lose touch//
I'm a poacher with yellow bandanas drinkin' this fruits-punch//
I'm hungry for *prime-ripped-ape* so for your *lines sake* my pupils are staring to *die-iLL-late//
Dis-gui-sed as with no cloak and no hope Russians couldn't *Co-VERT-Ops* with crime tapes//
An ape that never pounces, I'm coming at you with ounces so you can't even kill-a-gram//
I'm seein' *bytes* from you of mere mill-a-grams but enough for comps to fill-up-RAM//
I'm alive revving up to redlines with breathing *deadlines* enough to murder to make *headlines*//
I'll make it easier to run I'll fucking spoon you the *FEDSLINES*//
Little *odd* that I'm spitting stone-cold *firestones* in hell but you still iLL and walk on *all fours*//
Even more-so rip this shit out this kids tours-O your balls tore//
Everyone hurry and race-and-browse find munk some rhymes before my reactions create *days-of-hOWS?*//
Fuck that! Go ahead and *rasie your bows* I just fuckin' spit in your mouth now lemme *throw-in* a towel//

I'll Have Ya 'Runnin' N 'Screamin' From Me Till Even Ur 'Sole(Soul)'-'Shouts'/
'Air-Brush' Ur 'Verses' So U Can Finally Say Ur 'Work' Is 'Sold-Out'/

Always Wagerin Ur Better Then Every1,I Bet Your Full-Of-Shit/
Always Sayin U So Deep-Minded,But Really U Just Dull-Of-Wit/

You May Be Voltage,But Im The Electrician N I Hope Ya Got Insurance/
Cuz Ima Black You Out , U Aint Even Hot Enuff To Spark A Current/

Ur Thoughts Aint Deep They Just 'Distant',I Eat Them Up In An 'Instant'/
In The Game U Non-'Existant',So Far Behind U Think U 'In-Front'/ (Sound It Out,It'll Make Sense)

Now U Think U The 'Best-When' I Ripped Ya,'Effortless-To'?/
To Me Your Considered 'Less-Than',Thats My 'Message-To-U'/


Theres My Tryout ....

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