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5 Hit Killa
From: LongBeach, California |
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IP:
my 'underground' flow 'sprinkles' your atrosively-clogged-'pipes'/
as lyrical 'tetonics' bring it to the 'plate' exposing-your-'fault-lines'/
thoroughly-chopped-fine, one and a half bars murdering-at-mock-nine//
situations get 'hairy' when it 'kick it' like an 'ass'-with-some-'extensions'/
when its fact you 'rolling' more 'Ls' then 'Canibus'-conventions/
ending your rise like disturbed yeast in unanimous-in-sucession//
leave you with severly crushed-spinal-dents as i flush-your-vile-text/
bcuz your entire career is just a huge punchline-that-i-dont-get/
as my MULTIplicity 'accumilates' when you got a rough time rhyming 'ends'//
punchdrunk....
rewire your vocal chords thru your 'bladder'-but-shits-a-'waste'-of-time/
so you'd have no choice to flounder in battle-and-'piss away'-a-rhyme/
and even if i had-a-'inviserated-spine' i wouldnt 'back out' and-give-away-a-'line'//
its fact you aint 'golden', your just mere-'carbon'-without-the-'copy'/
your 'words' never 'come thru', they just smere-margins-awefull-sloppy/
kuz i 'scratch' with a 'hard drive' to always appear-'flawless'-on-a-'floppy'/
since you couldnt 'mirror-hardness' if you compared-'onyx'-with-the-rockies//
im fucking iller then Ebola and Anthrax cultivated-by-AIDS-pacteints/
while my 'offensive' nature puts a 'slant' on things like 'football'-related-'asians'/
they done lied to you kid, kuz its true that, that names been taken///
come bitch now u spit G
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