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..::WARM-UP::..

in the face of death u stand, and ya namin space stations...and breakin/
cuz the only way you "beating this" is in the process of masturbation//
end the fight and fade to black...before i knock out ya fuckin lights//
call "take-off" and get movin, before, like rockets, i put you out of sight//
Blow you out and -smash-out-..i leave a deadly attraction to your text like suicidal -black-outs//
My punches hit threw your text to leave you with a -smashed-mouth-//

..::MURDA::..

put ya best against my worse, and you still be riding in a hearse//
cuz i infect and curse ya mind with the sickness i dispearse//
like "shang tsung" imbibe ya soul and body, if ya lucky, i'll leave ya bones/
cuz ya "missin the point" like an arrow without the head, lackin stones//
i snap ya back, and ya get bitch-slapped, cuz i got ya mind strapped/ /
like "who wants to be a millionare" i end ya "life-line" like a heart attack/ /

..::FLATLINE::..

I shoot below -waist-lines-..tha -fames-prime-//
Consept glocks to your mouth cuz you bout to -taste-nines-//
Ya crew aint got shit to -rip-with-..slash mark ya face the way i -whip-clips//
Me Offended? Please, This Is Like A Day In The Appalachians Mountains It's A Breeze//
I'm Rippin My5t3ry It's Sickenin How Ya "Status Stands Shorter" Than "Midgets With Bended Knees"//

Drops Mic