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yo you should think again before callin this emcee out a second time/ cuz thats only gonna give you seconds reloadin the clip to run and hide/
blood spillin, killa-mic blazin Lz just chillin/
killings occuring from this killer on the mic, droppin bombs quicker then you can say Din-O-Mite/
TRIKSTA you a stale phillie to my crystal/ runnin your mouth quicker then caffine mixed with mysti-Kal/
no motha fucka we aint pals, you rub me wrong like electricity static/ do the simple mathmatics, there aint no survival for crack attics especially when burg niggaz startin littering shrapnel with these automatics/
tought to adapt wit a mic in my hand, kick back the stand and sink you with my lyrical quick sand/
why you call this match? dont you understand I mastered the art of the Bitch Slap/ now you trapped with you back to the wall, snap you neck and watch your empire cruble to fall/ ya to small to swallow whats "cummin",
so you best spit out your gum or start runnin/
i kno it aint dat aint dat many lines bt its lethal
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