One nation under the blues, I blaze to bruse...
beat you 2def till you lose, face removed...
This cat swallow like milwalkee niggas, around kegs of brews...
pegs and screws, kick ya head, with my legs and shoes...
untill split ya head in two, untill ya face is red and blue...
I'm dirty like old money they call grandfather stock...
pull ya spine out, and hang u like, a pendulum in a grandfather clock...
Peace lovin faggit, everytime you attempt to rip me...
I make you see god, like a doped out hippie...
Even if you wrote ya verse in thursday, ya rap would be deadlines...
I don't make news, I charge a buck 50 for my deep headlines...
I'll rope you, smoke you, abduct, combust, and scope you...
leave with a cracked head, damn is u doped duke, you defeatin me, is just a hoaxed fluke, I'll vaporize ya fruty ass like I smoked juice...
Dog, ya punchlines, is like roy J, lightweight attemptin to be heavy...
you ride dick, like you in the back seat of richards chevy...
Gaylord Focker, its time to meet ya parents...
Leave somany bullet holes in ya flesh, you'll appear transparent...
Shoot ya gay ass, to start them hemroids flarin...
Ya moms look like viv fox, i fucked her with no socks, she sucked my cock...
Till i popped like hot rocks, and left a yogart stain, on her hot twat, even though I missed, the bitch, I still hit her hot spot...
Ridicule, belittle you, ignorant fool...
ya rap stinks, like fertilizer made with beligerant stool...
I'm the master bastard, that pop toast like mechanical appliance...
and plant punches in yo face, like the roots of botanical science...
this is the second cumming, like jesus had a brother...
My raps scrap perfection, as if mary was my mother...
You'll get puffed, snuffed, sufficated, stuffed and smothered...
like a philadelphia cheese steak from mister hero...
The only reason ya raps are infinate, is cause you're a twisted zero

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RESPECT MY GANGSTA, YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA