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skills eatin-fake-emcees with punchlines after lunchtime so tight I dont even-take-shits... // instead I'm releasin-names-quick on tha mic with Vomit heavin-sprayin.. // relievin-game-wins-rise up through my windpipe in-rhymes hittin-minds.. // splittin-lives in half like simease-twins... while this King's none existent like chinese-tits.. // so try-me-bitch... and like raped teens I'll leave your nighty-ripped.. // I fight-wit-fists to swell up nutcrackers sight-wit-lids till he's not qualified to eye-witness.. // instead he's livin in tha woods like snow white with seven blind-midgets.. // when "light-switches" to night-scriptures like horror-"flicks".. // I forward-flip scripts that got tha King's mouth in awwww like my dick towards-lips.. // to-pour-jizz through his mouth's orifice like pourage till he forfeits.. //
they call me tha lowly jack ripper whose soul begat Hitler...//
holdin' gatz triggered ta leave fony mcs "holyer" than "christ in a goalie mask" NIGGA!//
i'm only half killah yet i'm "blessed wit' thiz sh!t" everytime i spit those "HOLY CRAP!" scripturez...//
boldly act biggah when i shred a whore wit' Ephesians...//
let 'im force wit' tha breathin', givin' you reasons you betta off wit'cha legion...//
nevah soft wit' tha speeches, tha "illest vet" you evah saw even if i'm metaphorically speakin'!//
forevah lord to these heathens, willin' ta show any nigga my rock hard fury...//
itchin' ta "rip thiz @#%$ ta shredz" like picz from a "dog fart series"!//
i'm all smart theories mixed wit' a pinch of a thug...//
lynchin' thiz scrub, ya wonder why in tha ring they call me tha King of tha rug...
lets get this voting on pls !!
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