after I pull a "buck thirty" yo whole crew bout to hit the deck//
I’ll play 'croquet wit ur eyeballs' after I put a 'smile' under ur neck'//

Hot flows are never resentin relentin presentin punches when im hittin ur pre-written flows//
ur 'biting hard like sharks' 40,000 pounds per inches to me and my shit still cant be 'bitten'//

My 'bullets' embark on a journey to penetrate ur 'lungs'//
ur white, 'lynch' me wit a 'Neuse' to a 'tree' and I still cant be 'hung'//

I gotta finish my shit of endin u //by 22’s ima stop soon after my gat 'expand ur frame' like 'helium and air to balloons '//

Bullets fly to ur direction headin to ur 'muscles of meats like delicatessens'//
i’ll 'feed' u my words like 'gerber to babies 'and u still wont know who u 'messin(messy) with//

Im ur Shepard (god related terms) ur a poodle bitch and im the german Shepard(dog related terms)//
Test me the 9 milly goes buck silly create ur 'spots 'and leave u 'holey(holy)'like 'leopards'//

the 'improvising visions' cause details 2 spit wit 'emphasis'//
yo flows are 'vexes(annoyances)'like 'pussies' bein irritated by 'syphilis'//

I end ur life in this battle quick on this planet ur 'insignificant'//

speakin of 'syphilis' u cant kill like a 'gangsta 'bitch u aint no 'al capone'//
watch the bullets 'ricochet' off ya 'dome' and hit ya 'home'//

I spit 'severe acute respiratory syndrome' 'X to y in ya sperm' guns fuck wit ya 'chromosome'//
U 'alil boy' to me bitch develop 'testosterone'//

ur denying that ur gay and u hang wit 'dykes'//
I give u 'boulders to flow' with and u still cant 'rock the mic'//dope song

I hit u wit pain while I watch this battle merk u 2 ur 'execution'//
u could 'loot and plunder' my flows with 'oil and toxics' and my rhymes still cant be 'polluted//

'Wavelengths of bullets' 'divide ur body like metaphase during mitosis'//
I 'split ya head like meisosis' have ya 'blood diffuse like osmosis'//

I strike wit attacks only to stay intact play wit ur 'digestive tract'//
u cant 'lace ur flows' if ur rhymes were 'automatically attached'//

Up the vote im raisin the stakes//
ur like 'counterfeit money bitch' ur an 'imposter and ur fake'//

It’s 'adjourned when I take u to a court(trial)' cuz ur rhymes are 'played'//(playin on any sort of a sports court)
u could 'lay flat with a bitch' and I bet ur ass still 'cant get laid'//

u wont be remembered you’ll slowly 'cease to exist'//
give u a 'knife' to go and 'slit your wrist'//(get started approxiamately....now!)

how u gonna try to blaze on the dead//
ur flows 'suck harder than vacuum cleaners' giving 'doofy head'//(scary movie)

finisher:
I got friendly advice//
take a 'butterknife slice dice commit suicide and end ur life'//(u wont be missed)

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.TCS.