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Robbarado

chek it.....

sorry ta hafta cleave ya apart mista robarado//
spray venomouse juice inta ya throat untill da blood follows//
bubble fizzle up, makin ya symptons cry out deliriouse//
tried an warn u: this ditch u dug be seriouse//
be da cat of da docta sues cus u were curiouse//
well nigga i aint no monkey owna wit a yellow hat//
ado' turn now....c nobody got ya bak//
look to ya left, black..look to ya right black//
numbness from ya scrotumn startin to feed in to ya sack//
wack!/get off my battle track/nigga word for word cant hak/try.... plan an attack//
i flow higher levels on dope, coke, inphatamine an crack: jack//

so jus remember when its ur turn to go, an yes it will come//
ya mathematicly wont stand a chance, ur mass wont even equall my sum//
matter added wit mass multiplied ta da lowest integer of ur girls ass//
nigga.. ur girls trailor park trash, ya still wouldnt metaphysicly pass//

a standard,... by which i judge a real rapper//
ya wouldnt pass level 1: "bithcitty beat tapper"//
not even sub 1: "mista busta cappa"//

its sad, so sad, how u can't elevate//
but nigga dont worry, it aint ya fault, its da mother fukin family trait//
raised by failures, become a failure//
who would u be ta break a chain so great//
your hole been dug since da ripe age of 8//
ur stone already layed out etched an ingraved//
"Robbarado da nigga that tryed ta fight a battle that could not be saved"//
brain mass incaved/poisonus fluid buy hour fortysix//
nigga cant wait ...jus 2 more an ull be layin beneath da earth's stix//

homey dun thought u heard.. rappin for artists not a wanna be bitch//
pimpin it hard, runnin yo corner, str8 outta threads: aerocrombie & fitch//
Before u come back an battle.. i request a microphine switch//
dun want ya tryin ta flo on too high of a frequency pitch//

next//....