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I’d rather have an open case, than an open face…*



Check It…


I see you always home, and you ‘often on’, well Im testing you ‘testosterone’, grab a thousand mics and then I strike, slice you flesh to my delight and then just ‘toss-ya-bones’//
It would ‘be-wise’ to retract you words, if not, soon you will ‘see-why’, crack your shins through your skin, and have you standing ‘knee-high’, this win is leading to your ‘di-mise’//
Rushing to me to post, but now that I have, I see no ‘verbal reactions’, beat your body into ‘multiple fractions’, and pierce your lungs till it causes ‘compulsive contractions’//
I know my bait is off the ‘hook’, but my prey is to ‘fish men’, I see when the gun cocked, your jaws lock, and you pissing-the-Simpsons while your mouth is flooded with a river of crimson//



*Intro: By Styles