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get out of control n i got a fuckmachine with freaks on patrol
that'll give ya wounds sniffles n send you to hell with a cold
let me mash this fuck & tuck the excess in his waistline
this gullible geek corpse get drug-ed..
..with Shakes n makes the headlines
the last time you dropped dope shit, u anal-ed a coke can
ur only fans r pooches..
..going nuts like K-9s sniffing out a sac full of shakes man
prick, your talk is old news-jaw squeaks muffle your vocals
& how the fuck u are somebody here but a nobody among da locals
i'll carve this birdman n leave more splits in your face than a dike
bitch, if your eyes could talk..
..i'll eat your lime n leave em burnin with drops of sprite
sissy, i might be nasdeey, but your body meets the gutta
ur assed out this week..
..like a plumber's pants, bent over to unclog a clutta
bitch, your life sucks, n u can't make sense out of a situation
i sense pain in your concepts..
..n i'm here to take out your frustrations
fuck boi, ur an outcast..your kin are reluctant to claim you
my talk is cheap..
..so u can afford it..wen it hits ur stand n this mag makes u an issue
you tried your best, but yet it got restrained in the loser bracket
ur flows r connoisseur of ass..
..polishing it, homo car-washers-wax it

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