nothin personal all buisness

i'll rock you like head boards when people fuckin...
have you dazed droolin like bitches wit big mouths dick suckin..
snuff ya and face plant you to the grass...
tk o'd in detail like tities pressed to glass...
when im done your name change will be just be a blank...
just like your bitch ass record and rank...
you wont weigh nothin if i run ya ass over wit ah tank...
kelo of what bitch,pussy,ass,and no skillz...
you tight cause you constipated and need exlax pills...
your flow cant even be recited in ths same air as mine...
only way you could win a 2 minute battle is before time...
i give headaces and break mic hands with ease...
only time you real is when you face prosthetic mc's..
slap ya like when you call moms a bitch on accident...
only way to send me hot ryhmes is if the paper is on fire
and you was faxing it...
think clearly,you cant get near me,even wit will smith ears you couldnt hear me...
happy independence day while i give you a permanent hurt...
you full of shit so i'll put a firecracker in ya ass and watch a nasty fire works..

thats enough im done hollah

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BOSTON LYRICIST