OPENER

I rap like ‘competition sound’ cuz I’m~amped-and-obscene~, So you wanna be a rapper? Son I’ll reign (rain) in ya nightmares just to~dampen-ya-dreams~
I’ll give you this “L” like ~handin-ya-green~, usin my ‘anitials for visual aids’ you couldn’t make an~example-of-G~//2

They call me the ‘prison’cuz I’ll have you ~contained-by-bars~, while they’ll call ya a ‘constalation’Cuz ya death was just~arranged-by-stars’(me)
Ya ~lame-by-far~ you couldn’t ‘handle sickness’ if ya ~name-was-SARS~, I plan to‘spaid’ this pussy like a con with a deck of~playin-cards~//4

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ONE CLIP LOADED TO MY GLOCK THE SHELLS DROP QUICKER THEN P-DIDDY GOT HOT, LEAVE the sceen with more questions then answer's
after i shake the spot MR BUSH declairs your block a national desaster, i dont know one trigger that moves faster,
peal niggas caps back like paint get peald with sand blasters, I NEVER ROLL WITH THE SIMPLE SHIT, ALWAYS SOMETHING LOADED AND QUICK TO SPLIT LIKE A BANNA CLIP///

COME ON

This coin despenser Spits change like I fed it gold,You'd swear I'd got pricked the way my gun arose, Your going to hell guess you can say I'm holding the dungeons,
I'm gonna offer you both barrells so you can roll with the punches, Shells are hollowed and hunger can take a legiment each, Holster my pistol in your mouth say I impedded ya speach,//

Back off dese nuts cuz i drop emcees to their waste like dump trucks, young blood doesnt make the cut like mind of a blond just another dumb fuck/



CHANGE THA PACE


my fists Eat-through-ya-Flesh, desperately origin-al to just Root-out-the-Best....,See-through-ya-Vest..hit ya so hard my fingerprints are left on the Back-of-ya-Chest...../ 11
Im so hot when i spit my tongue-peelz, but cold enough to leave the Sun-chilled... and sliced yung so fast that the Cut-healed before his Blood-spilled.../12

The only cards you'll pull aid you to memorize Multiplication-Tables.....verb got the kills this vet-herb, you can't come even close to Twice-this-Kid..../ 13
Ay-bitch!....Getting someone else to write your verse.....welllll>> thats Routines-of-Deseperation...Only 10 bars, this is a short 'bus(t)' like your Means-of-Transportation....../ 14

Comin' at me with ya Dead-Text, blood ill leave you bloodier than ya girl's Red-Sex..She needed reliable mail (male), so I Delivered my dick in her mouth the way I Fed-Ex...../15