[CENTER]**THE CHILD SPITS**

You HOES-GET-POPPED-&-RIPPED & THROWN-IN-BOXES-QUICKK! And like “Piss Tests For Miami Running Backks”… my FLOW-IS-OFF-DA-RICKK*!!//
U guys QUOTES-IS-OFTEN-SHIT while We High as HOMES-OF-GODESSES, In otherwards my “Vocals Soar” and I’m immune to POTENT-LOSENGES!//

Ma SQUAD-JUS-FUCKKIN-BLARES so many “Death Sentences” we OUGHTA-BE-STUCKK-IN-CHAIRS; & Ya’ll more of a “Laughing Stockk” than COMEDY-CLUB-SHARES!!//
Bet ALL-OF-THESE-GUNS-TEAR; Fuckk-Prayers, LR OBVIOUSLY-“HUNT”-SQUARES, so ya’ll get “Forced To Hide” like a JOCKKEY’S-NUT-HAIRS!!//

Child’ll BRUISE-FLESH-&-TOAST-YA-NERVOUS but CREWS-GET-ROASTED-FIRST-BITCH!; I leave more “Males At-Rest” than the U.S.-POSTAL-SERVICE!!!// (Adressed)
And battles?? DUDES-LEFT-THOSE-“DESERTED” so YOU-BET I’ll “GHOST”-YA-VERSES; But you “Salad Tossers” “Blow Holes” more than Whales at da OCEAN’S-SURFACE!//


*THE DYNASTY* RIPS THE SHIT**
Am I The Most Hated On This Earth Cuz I Was Born With The Sickest Mind,
With Rhymes So Tight That You Need The Jaws Of Life To Dechiper Lines,
Steady Making The Fame Climb, Fucking People Straight, Like I Just Raped Their Spine.
Or Is It That I Am So Fine That I Tend To Make The Biggest Haters Cry.
Making Them Wish That Instead Of Their Business Skills They Lyrically Had Mine,
Emptying My Demons From Deep Within, im all over man im known 4 my crimes,
It Could Only Be Me , The Way I Make People Wanna Drown Their Kids,
Making Grown Men Slit Their Wrists, The Textbook Reason For Censorship,
The Kid That Stay Up For With No Sleep For Weeks, Delving The Mind's Deep,
Trying To Be Concrete For Kid's Physche, But It Comes Out As A Big Bleep,
Making Sailors Turn Their Heads Wondering Where I Learned Words Like These,
Am I A Bad Influence To Kids Of Three Or Four, Am I Ruinng Young Homes,
Making Kids Where Baggy Clothes And Go From Next On Seasme Street To "The Next Episode",
Causing Thoughts Of Suicide At Night, With Ropes Around Their Throats,
Jumping From Their Bed Post And Laughing As The Line Goes Straight, Their Little Necks Break,
Its A Gift, Its Words Can Make Someone Great Then Explain To Me, Why The Hate???,
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Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game"