My style is sick, like kids brutally beat in MJacksons basement/
Plus my punchlines hit hard enough to give fat ppl facelifts/
I attack wit land mines that stick to ya chest/
Livin off the flesh in my teath like it was floride and Crest/
Lyrical biblical sinical, antispiritual rituals that be rippin thru like acidouse chemicals, multiple tenticles that attack identical, while leavin residue, thats be leaving U needing somebody more than medical/
Dangerouse sylibles rithin U of anything sacred/
U was braught up by love, and crushed down by my hatred/
so many bullets wisslin got U thinkin nothins real like in da matrix/
My shit 'll make niggaz heads shrink like an ancient haition voodoo spell/
Know that the lord gave me talent, but im artistik as hell/

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