1....2....3....4....Im the master of rhyme....ya'll have seen it before,
5....6....7....8....the legacy of emind....supremecy...self driven fate,
9....11....12....13....shit I forgot 10 but I dont give a f***...drive the mic through your heart....shoot you out like a buck,
I aint talking dollars and cents...Im talking ending your life...put the gun back in my ass...and take you out with my knife...castrate your bi** ass...leave you dickless fool...dead in a pool of your blood....they'll call you tony montona fool...I know my rhymes suck...but I dont give a f***...Im fucking around....take your head from 6 feet up...and leave ya 6 feet underground...no rhyme scheme matches my rants and raids...take my gun out my ass...put it in your mouth...now you got aids...I know I got a sick mind...but hey thats just the way it goes...grew up paying bums for handjobs...and searching dumpsters for clothes...this is the mind of a self admitted phsycotic...and yeah thats me....I used to battle round these parts....but then I got set free....i lost the first race with honey nut bee....CHEERIOS bi**!....and yep THATS ME

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all will fall to the master emind
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