Look..
Who I am is who I am..
I spit raps to offend cats........
I tell kids to kill cops..
Or shank em & leave em handicapped..
Fuck ya candy raps, man your wack, face the facts..
Ya styles blaitantly Trash, sold out for amounts of cash..
Fuck that, this is dopium, we aint ya average crew..
We mastered the moves, snap ya neck, crack ya cranium too..
I'll inject ya ass with HIV .
..........but unlike rap..
It wont make you ill..
But its good to wrap you in a body bag..
No wait, I take that back.. Its elementary fag..
I'd rather, stick you with a fork till ya face resembles a dish rag..
And if you missed that?
I'm quick to hit you with bricks and a lit match..
A splash of uranium making your grave prone to radiation..***
In this situation, necromancy is cool, I re-awaken this fool..
Lay him face down in a pool of hydrochloric acid..
He tries to open his eyes submerged..
..But you can imagine that shit..
So call me sick, evil or even an egotistical vet..
And watch me get it twisted.. With both hands around ya neck..
Ya boastin action pal, I bet..
But I'm downin ya curtains see..
I've mastered the ancient art of giving cats free plastic surgury..
Hand me a scalple and have it laced with anthrax..
Then I'll stroll down ya friendly neibourhood, show my face n slash jacks..
Nostra dam..
My shits rocking from..
Dawn to dusk..
Plus chemical drugs a must..
I spit ill like HIV..
Till ya physical form is dust..

Fuck with it..

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RIP jono, peace out bboy.
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