Aight yo..

Fuck this bitch...check it..

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I twist my rhymes in ways that make you swear I was in contortion /
I assist my times in haze backpedalin bitches to the clinic forcin abortion /
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You the worst trash hoe boomin hell within above a nigga wit drag in this /
I cum in piece all over a nigga stupid enough to front me on a congested vendetta /
Some running east from me until I cap a nigga like a moth infested sweata /
You ain't experienced R-Rated a.k.a Restricted until my rhymes give you an aortic aneurism /
A saint fear entranced fee ta Gambino is what it costs to see this mortic damnrisen /
Your pupils burstin as you realize that I siphened down your throat iso propanol /
Slip through loopholes merkin through eyes when life end crown gamblin dice emotional /
Its too late time ends for you when I spit you see life's last increased imagery /
Shits who fate ryhme from me get split crew in blast deceased symmetry /
Any nigga who faces me gonna remember my lyrics like Darwin and digital camera with photosmart /
Petrafy this nigga.. I’m gonna kill you like dismember high theorics evolution cancelled like the trick Lamarck /
I'll blaze through a nigga like a shot gun tripped up on nitrous oxide /
Amaze who you can't break I mock nine slipped up a nigga like access denied /
Fact of the matter is that any nigga you send me up against will leave the field in residue /
Back to the batter who I struck out when you said Rated gonna take Vendetta and bludgeon you /
Your rhymes bullshit comical humor you just a wannabe rapper more like sardonic baby boomer /
Nine times I beat you like Monica rumor.. PETRA is George Bush and I'm a presidential brain tumor /
Stick to Crayons and Coloring Books cuz everybody knows Hooked On PhunX Kids' couldn't put up a Lyrical Fight /

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