put mad grips on yor throat so you suficatin.
easily creatin mass frustration.
look at me, and its death you facin.
murder gives me such a sensation, i cant be explainin.
look at my sig, im already mix tapin.
my text are rapin straight hatred like satan.
its rainin pain and you aint praisin tha thangs that im sayin.
its scars that im makin, if you aint obeyin tha rules im portayin.
i got mixed vocals like clay aken, but its mixtape that im cravin.
its yor body fluid im save'rin, like hannibol i aint just playin.
tha crunch of yor skull that im fave'rin, savin half for refridgeratin.
keep yor blood in a place when, my food wont be age'in.
retail'in tha rest of tha body to kreagen, cuz its fresh parts that im tradin.
changin my mind to a repay him, with eternal shame to sustain in.
your played bars i deflate to tha pavement.
just like astro jumps do, when theyr invaded with all tha free agents.
its a gay kinda haven,with you as tha ring leader of this paly pin.
speakin of gay men, how bout those bi sexual asains.
iLL dishonor yor family's reputation.
havin yor ancetors contemplatin ther fate to be stated.
i got 99 sayins, but this bitch aint one im complainin.
if you havin problems with yor revalations, i cant imagine tha way you mix tapin.

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