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Tha Return Of...
IP:
Wudup RB? I saw this morning that shit was bein spoken bout me on a thread setup by Genicide. For tha peeps who like me...thanks, for the rest...well...FUCK YOU
Return Of Tha King
So Much Fuckin Fire Power
My Keyboard Should Be A Deadly Weapon
I SEE YOU NIGHTVISION
I GOT YOU FLOW
5MICMEDALLION WUT UP PIMPIN
Haha JESS HOLLA AT YOUR BOY
:: Verse 1 ::
How could such a mental cat, stencil raps, so hard his fuckin pencil snaps
So street, wit his speach, even his fuckin instrumentals clap
I brought tha kennel back, dawgs so raw we're to potent ta speak to
U can't complete simple tasks, we don't need ta focus ta see dudes
We're exposing tha weak crews, wit no back bones ta eat thru
All you show is petite views, a bunch of fuckin panzees wit verses
Reppin tha sword, but step in tha board, wit fuckin panties n purses
Tha devils family surfaced, I'm comin back with a vengance
N throwin jabs, so hard at this cat, I can fuckin grab his appendix
A menace, trapped in a sentance, who lives tha shit once tha track is finished
My appocalyptic habits is endless, spit words till tha earth is collapsed n demenished
Every raps demented, u cant las't a minute, once I grab tha fuckin pad and pen-it
Haha tha fuckin LYRICAL NIGHTMARE
Gen we on this DAWG
I'm going postal boys, COUNTRY THA MOTHERFUCKIN FOCAL POINT
:: Verse 2 ::
I slash kids, who practice, or raps is, fuckin theatrics
So we leave gashes, n bring havoc, to you weak faggots
I breath gases, n speak matches, till your whole teams ashes
N we don't need caskets, ta reep masses, of these half wits
Unleash tactics, so tragic, it'll leave whole fuckin societys mourned
My bars, is so sharp, I don't know what tha fuck your tryin me for
U'll never see me bribin these whores, with love or profit
Shit C's, a lyricl sticky, tha way I'm always above your topics
Fuck your sonnets, I'll slug your bonnets, wit tha force of Jesus
N start punchin, a bitches stomach, so hard I can shake hands wit her unborn fetus
Haha tha GOD
:: Verse 3 ::
Honestly, theres no stoppin C, when I bomb emcees
A single verse, brings more hell on earth, then prodigy
Logically, I should probably, be out robbin peeps
Till their fuckin constantly, tryin ta stomp me, for droppin keys
Psychoticaly, spit tha hottest frees, this economy, has ever known
So sharp, with my bars, a single fuckin letter could sever bones
Something you could never clone, C's got tha burners out
Words so dangerous, it could shut tha motherfuckin server down
hahahah THA Un fuckin Touchable
be PREPARED MOTHERFUCKERS
I TOLD U GEN, WE GOT IT LOCKED DAWG
Country THE FUCKIN SAVIOR
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