my style is spiretually tight and mentally intellecutaul/
Kra-yola spills bl00d like soda for beein a homosexual/
I kanive against dissgracful freestyle rymes/
while sending visual images of your asswhooping to your moms mind/
so if you can, imagine if you could fathom yourself with talent/
weiring a shiny suit while chillin with badboy faggets/
and i aint trying to beat you, Im trying to teach you that spittin wit no talent'll one day reach you/
and it dont help you stupid like that paralized bitch who turned vegtibal from medicall problems/
you a studio gangsta who even if you had boys, you still wouldnt wanna involve em/
Im like lions who takes on bitallions, while rippin the flesh off this chinese kid while he's cryin/
and Im a psycko like that one killed who took your girl to the prom/
Kra-watever would get his milk spill on purpose were Im from/
I'll snap like your wrist when I snatch the mic out your hand/
you dont want none, you'll get inbaresst infornt of your boyfriend/
I'll grab you by your throught till your head pops/
then piss in a cup and throw at your boys while evacutate da block/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..