yo...

I'm rapping in text's after effect on a crowd,
fuck slashin your neck, I'm after half of your check when it's out...
yo beef wit me, the streets know the heat that I blow
your weak, so don't even speak about elites in a show
I write on sheets, so when I'm down, you can peak on the flow
see the heat, that's complete to go over any beat when it blows
I'm like a heatseeker, wit meatcleavers hang on the cieling
vampire fangs in my mouth and wolf nostrils, believe in
the demon that lives inside of my bodily form
I lived 1000 yrs ago before my mortal body was born
shit, ya'll can't battle wit me, after I free
my fuckin pre-requisite is enough to kill you indeed...

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