Lyrical Prosperity
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IP:
aight check it out...
yo yo...
Its time to diagnose you, with my ill as rymes//
The disease will kill you, over a long period of time//
I think you misconcieve me, my mission is to destroy you//
And if i fail, ill just send micheal jackson to exploit you//
Im sending my lyrical offences, to strike down your defences//
No guns needed, ill beat you with harsh language and rude guesters//
You better gap to the fridge, before this heats up//
Or ill leave your mind crooked, like the leaning tower of pisa//
Im diabolical and disasterous, like the devil himself//
Ill devastate you lyrical divices, with Amazing stelth
This cat is getting dirty, ima need to clean him up//
If this bitch dont choke, ima nail his oesphogus shut//
Im outrages and unstobable, like a thundering avalanche//
This guy doesnt understand shit, he uses more "Wats"(whats) than a power plant//
Your carrer is exstingquishing like a candle, Its nearly burning through//
next time you try to rap pople will be like, YOU THE FUCK ARE YOU//
YO, sorry man this was a bit rushed
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