Flyweight
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Venomous Spit ft. Raw Killa
IP:
:: Hook ::
We break cattz off so "ill", knock "nurses"-propa
Stack-facts and wacks-in-walls, ten-million-droppa
Off-tha-gauge, deadly "combo", like "bladed-lockers"
Couldn't "dance" wit us, if you could "mambo"
:: Country ::
Shit I rape-rappers, your who gay-bastards, get named-after
We're the main-factor, of u gettin your face-fractured
The gauge-matters, when the brains-shatter, of u stage-actors
U get straight-laughter, when u go against-me
The joke, is your so broke, u don't even own-a-penny
When we gross-plenty, all u bitches know-is-envy
Dawg if your hoes-pretty, u better hug-the-dame
Cos u think she lovin u, as me n Raw, run-the-train
Ain't no one above-the-game, faggot we come-ta-play
No matter what u fuckin-say, I know u don't wannna see slugs-get-sprayed
Go ahead dawg touch-this-chain, anyone steps n we cut-his-veins
We like seein blood-get-drained, where the knife-hits
Cats like "damn they got some nice-shit", for some crazy fuckin white-kids
I'm never polite-bitch, we're always like-this
So where ever the mic-is, u can find sliced-wrists
Dead emcees layin lifeless, cos they heard us rap n tried ta bite-it
:: Hook ::
We break cattz off so "ill", knock "nurses"-propa
Stack-facts and wacks-in-walls, ten-million-droppa
Off-tha-gauge, deadly "combo", like "bladed-lockers"
Couldn't "dance" wit us, if you could "mambo"
:: Raw Killa ::
u hear dat niggaz ya tongues get slit,when u biters try 2 recite it,
country n raw 2 whities u dont wanna fuck wit,turn ur brains 2 mush,
when i push i mean pull these triggaz n ya face is combined wit bullets//
a cannibal,like hannibal lecture,give u high blood pressure though hyper tention,
take dis razor 2 ur scalp n make an incission,servin mc's fresh when inside
hell's kitchen,n fillet da competition,wit each n every 1 of my writins//
u bitches da type 2 tuck ya chain in,me i tuck sumtin dat'll bust ur brain in,
i carry da stainless,fuckin rape mc's wit mic stuck in they anus,leavin bodies,
foresnic's couldnt even distinguish,cats neva heard sum 1 so hanus//
so much vocabulary,rival's run 4 they dictionary,raw n country we makin
history,while ya'll carreer's r worse than low payed celeberties,my words
creat lyrical orgies,u can pre-write n still cant ghost write 2 forge me//
spittin dis venom like king cobras,claim u pussies drunk but found sober,like
lil flip its game over,flows so sick i got ur fans lookin over,my shoulders,
droppin punches like boulders,while u still packin rubber bands in ya holsters//
leave ya rhymes on life support,cuz in battles dat ur only support,drated # 1 pick
cuz i perfect da sport,leavin rival's all breathless scattered over da court,
u like da change in my pocket and ur rhyme r commin up short//
:: Hook ::
We break cattz off so "ill", knock "nurses"-propa
Stack-facts and wacks-in-walls, ten-million-droppa
Off-tha-gauge, deadly "combo", like "bladed-lockers"
Couldn't "dance" wit us, if you could "mambo"
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