here's my spit

When I blaze I ~rise~, 'till Satan is visible in my eyes//
Makin' you ~choke~ on death ~ropes~ 'n die//
You jus' anotha ~hoe~ on this defeat line//
Carve ya ~life~ from ~stone~, like a dumped kid at a ~prome~ night//
There aint no ~weapons~ of ~choice~, yo only path is suicide//
Im'a leave ya wraped in ~foil~ like a mummy still ~moist~, ~coiled~ from fear, like "Royce~ when he visits ~detroit~ fo' da mic//
I ~creep~ on you like ~death~ in ya ~worse~ dream//
'N ~leave~ ya wit' mo' pain than ~torn flesh~ in a ~murder~ scene//
Like a ~vampire thursty~, my ~desires~ are always blood worthy//
~Better~ ~surrender~ or ~burst~ from ~hurt~, be Satan's ~servent~ emcee//
Take da ~defeat~ 'n ~curve~ yo ~injuries~//
To prevent ~further bleed~, you can't block da ~source~ of this evil ~force~, attackin' fasta than herpes//
~Versin' me~ is like wearin' ~red~ 'n ~flirtin'~ wit' an ~unfed~ bull emergin'//
This ~fluid~ was ~released~ in ya ~head~ causes mo' ~deaths~ than da ~disease~ "E. Coli"//
Hittin' on ya as your ~chokin' rhymes~, now we're ~talkin'~ vibe//
Yo chest is were my bullets are ~focused~, blazed from a mic//
As a ~matter~ of ~fact~ when ~aids heard~ my ~raps~ it rushed to ~first~ aid//
Because ~ they contain~ a ~cursed flame~, and cause mo' damages than a hurricain/

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