this shit is rediculous what i spit, im in my own category of linguist...
im dead to the world not even safe if i was on shindlers list...
tighten ya lips ball ya fist and smash any theory of defeat....
or feel it later like dehydration on an athlete from desert heat..
crack in the street eventually trip you up one day knowing im there...
like being in a headlock running out of air or sitting purposly on a broken chair..
have you cussing me out while i'll paint ya death bed....
then leave ya going away party shot up like when kane was dead...

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