I rip kids like ya ta shreds, like I'm a docta an it's my occupation/
Like Doc Korvokian I send suicide shots, an I'm aimin' em at ya direction/
I leave ya body scarred with wound inflictions so deep ya still be bleedin'/
I thought I told ya not ta fuck with this young'n when it comes time for gun season/
Still don't listen whats tha reason ta get beef started when ya don't know me?/
Ya like a hooka that took my money, "now wheres tha dick suckin' that cha owe me?"/
Ya need ta wash ya self deushy, this "pussy" needs ta get cleaned/
Cuz its gone take TEN "DUSCHE BAGS" ta flush ya out, nah mean?/
I see ya tryin' ta throw punches but every swing shows ya hopeless/
Crushed ya skeletal structure with my fists cuz all my victims I like boneless/
I'll fuck ya brain up so bad with vivid pictures ya gettin' epileptic seizures/
Cuz I came, I saw, I conquered this battle like Julius Ceasar/
This kids a battlin' preacher, get on ya knees son, ya best pray for ya life/
I see ya exhale one last breath an watch ya soul float up to tha sky/

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"Knowledge is intelligence. Intelligence is power. Mind is music, but music is forever." - Trip Marxx

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