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Above Originality
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IP:
AYO ITS 16 LINES MAX!
Like Monopoly box covers, Pssh! I’m on top of my game.
Trade 4 crack houses for a roach motel, and still charge you the same.
You beating me in a battle is like sex with wifey. Not tonight, I have a headache.
You’ll get raped with a writing utensil ‘til my hand tires and pen breaks.
Social be a prissy sissy b*tch throwin’ hissy fits. I’ll hit ya wit’
a 56 Chevy ‘til you beg Jesus to let me quit.
Drive that Chevy to the levy, and if the levy runs dry.
I’ll dive it off the side with the trunk locked, and you tied up inside.
That’s right, I’m mentally deranged. I’ll be eventually restrained.
I see dead emcees, pointed out to me by the voices in my brain.
If hell froze over, I would still be squeezing skulls while freezing cold.
Causing pain in heads, shoulders, knees, and toes, knees, and toes.
So you can frost bite my ass when it turns black. Eat dead flesh.
I’ll survive bullets, and die from cancer from the contents of my lead vest.
ME and skills go together like audiophiles and aural effects,
like cannibals and leprosy victims who both love the oral sex
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Chryme Syndicate
-Chalkin' Up Your Future
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