---------------------------------The Massacre---------------------------------

I spit guilty verdicts that rip penalty surges accross court servin crossovers when Im ballin "takN no shorts" distributing dimes on the blacktop//

I rock dreadlocks that constrict tight grip around ya neck harder than headlocks from 'Cobras dreadnocks' carryN switch blade which leave ya dazed with anthem colors similar to the Red Socks//

A 'New Game of Death' plots inside my metal spot that leaves ya memory confiscated til its erased with no trace like same sex discs magnetically staged to rid evidence of the proof that ya was gay//

I penetrate ya earlobes..Elevate til ya teeths rots to the color of a deer penny maintaining variety like Nelly's Country grammar//

I keyed ya car at 60 strokes per second to slander ya....to make SKILLED ASSASSIN cause text "definition" of lyrical is an amature confession like R Kelly little girl slanders//



Yo....Post soon dogg...No rush though.....