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IP:
I spit facts an click gats-admittingly rip tracks-with intensivly sick raps.
delibertly smack kids like they verbally hit crack..
A lyrical eruption corruptin these niggas like malacious destruction.
Cauzin flesh deductions as a result of rugged cannabalistic abductions.
Rymez fly-will infilirate your basic mind.
Ya membrain crashed ya collection of knowledge is now blind.
Fukk your simplistic witty conflictions.
Im like cardiac arrest leavin humans in cancerous conditions.
(Gets Personal)
Your style is fukkin PITIFUL-Your ryme scheme is PLAYED.
I wickidly beat INDIVIDUALS-Untill their laced with metal PLATES.
I watch the chamber SPIN-when the 9 milly CLICKS.
I got poles that wont BEND-And your caught in the fukkin MIX.
These games is gettin OLD-bein freindlys gettin ODD.
I like it cloudly and COLD-While niggas like you is gettin ROBBED..
(Switch up)
Lyricly challenged?-our man powers more then jus a talent.
Evenly balenced?I can eaisaly describe birdmans lyrics as ballets..
Im choke’n punks-with ropes-n-cuffs-a challenge gets fukked like hoes-n-sluts..
I lace-cliques- cause face-lifts-its one sided don’t debate-shyt.
when hate-slips-I tape-spits-to make hatas brain-sick.
I make wickid-drops an rip-blocks untill im on top of my hip-hop.
Perform stick-ups an flip-rocks as mush as bustas likes they dick-jocked.
The~finish-exceeds the~limit-Get ya gut~dented-lifted up like your gods lil~nigga
If you get~picked- you deserve the red~flinch-of the mind when your dead~bitch.
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