I jump you on the street, Take ya pennys in the booth,
Verbal abuse, Take on look at ya sig, it tells the truth,
But it is the picture you and you was done with me.
I will fill your life with pain, so you contract Desperitly,
Your eyes get filled with Black shodows of hell and doom,
Give you a C-Section With out mah glasses, in a dark room,
You have no future to look forward to, Its time to slotter you,
If tyhis shit was real, you wouldnt be takin this shit,
I am not gettin an advantage dissin you, So im done wit it..

Peace~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Ill Emcee