ayo

Mr MC ill kill you Verbally wit more linez den Surgery datz Extended into a Hyperbole, im tellin you now there'z no MC that'll ever Murder Me/(hyperbole=Exaggeration)
Ya Bone Decay Lackz Frame, shoot ya chest and make ya Back Drain/
Punchin out ya lifeline and leave you wit no Feelingz from thiz Max Payne/
You dont know when to Drop Hard you just be Varryin Errectionz/
Im Carryin Protection, Thatll have ya Intestinez on da ground like misshandled Cesarian Sectionz/
My Text iz waitin, ill Infect the Nation, while ya insidez still degradin/
Ill Peel ya Face in, to stop you from seein the finish line while we Racin/
Ill flame ya Pectoralz till ya Heart filled wit Heat, you still get Beat/
I can put them Tekz to Sleep, like Trigger Lockz when you Rep Phisyque/
Youll neva "Ammount to Shit" even if ya verse wuz covered in Manure/
After bein thrown in a Sewer and Piled up in ya Computer and logged in as a User/
When i rip ya Brain Particalz out you wont be able to Think Twice about how i Sport Ya Glandz/
Cuz i wont regret how i Spray up ya house more than the "Orkin Man"/

had to rush it
had SOL'z to do

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