Peeps call you master mind I wounded how long it took to you to get that name//
Probably as long as it took you to give your boy friend brain//
See all palpate your fate fa the game//
Punches hit you so hard you'll forget your wack name//
My fanatic rhymes gets attraction's like a drug addict’s mind//
lastin as long a my cock or just a black hole//
If I got paid for every emcee murdered by me I’d have fat row's//
Of cash//
As fat as j-lows ass//
See when you stair bear eyes to optic nerves your diagnosed with worse epilepsy then butterfly effect//
I put dudes out the game when I spit they resign they names for retirement rest//
Just amputate your dome cuss I froze your mind to a choke//
Spiting it sick that it was either the mic you stuck on or it’s my dick in your throat//

your minds immune to your insignificant spiting that your implicit when try at spit it your rite’s can be decomposed by my flows as soon a I elude throw the chains the game try to apoplexy me with but my stimulants ant letting me get diagnoses with fag shit as master minds spits cuss he’s so illiterate he thinks the battle won are somthin to be proud of he surrounded by a cloud of shame I don’t condemn smoke out herbs a such a the first word a master I forgot to tell you mind your girl was ripped by my dick well yell-in faster I blasted her with a cume stain on her brain
its imperative that a immerge in your margin happens cuss really I made your bitches cheeks start the clappen

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