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.Syllable Suicide.
IP:
I'll show up in a surgical mask, murdering raps//
Servin' these cats from all angles, but from the vertical last//
Burnin' it fast, i'm certain your wack cuz i've never heard of your ass//
Get verbally smashed, these words will be trash, and you stay garbage//
My blades sharp tip leaves lames scarred with shaved armpits//
Another slain artist, when my brain's started, I shall remain heartless//
I strain cartiledge with insane hard shit and rhinoceros rhymes//
With the hottest of lines, from the top of my mind//
That got the precision to hit the breaks, and stop on a dime//
Concocting designs, without a fucking glock or a nine//
But still bitch, E can lock ya demise//
It's a shock to ya eyes, to see me ripping, flipping and kicking it now//
Sit with a crown, i'm sick with the sound, quick to leave a bitch with a frown//
Spit from the mouth, to throw a clip in a clown, i'm the mother fucker everyone listens to now//
Get hit with the rounds from my magnum with rhyme passion hating the industry//
Lines smashin', dont try rapping, can't be contained it's a mystery//
Ya mind is lackin', i'll die laughin', blazing the sickest weed, training and splitting teams//
Your lame and you're history, your brain isn't shit to me, you're disturbed and stupified//
When I spit words, you will die and we watch as this nerd gets crucified//
Sick verbs will move inside while the spliff burns to lose ya mind//
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