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IP:
Performing surgery on ya perjury,my wordz surge on ya urgently//
Upgrade it to an emergency, better have insurance or much currency//
What is occurging, currently, concerning ya worries and hurt from me is what is earned and deservingly, your immediate dismantling//
substantially subtracted is ya sense of self esteem//
successfully attacking, with steam, your entire team//
Ya Coming apart at the seams from theses wordz flowing like streams,it seems come clean and confess the stress I cause in ya dreams or ya nightmares, I dont fight fair, No Rules to govern the coveted cloak that i wear is the extent of resentment presently evident,In my content?//
Im not tryin to flaunt it, shit I dont envy or even want it//
Do my comments come sent composed of compost and garbage//
I wont condone to be unkown, and ya won't escape my lyrical carnage//
Im not a butcher, but i'll put your ass needing stitches or a suture,
in the very near future, i'd rather cut ya, then shoot ya, if ya dispute i'll dilut ya, water ya down then execute ya//
Proceed with the beatin!
Outta luck, I got ys stuck, boilin to death in an oil filled aquaduct//
You be soakin in grease so long, you'll be the new McDonald's 'Hot Product'//
So long, you gettin 'rolled' on like 'dice on a slope'//
Have you chokin on 'lemon lime', with the 'Slice' in ya throat//(Slice a kinda pop)
Keep standin on 'monopoly boards' to stay on 'top of the game'//
You'd need to get 'stoned' in the club just to be 'rockin' the place//
I'm not demented intentionally sir.... I just bent on lettin ya see first//
You mess with me, I let it be hennesee to the head, not gently pettin ya either//
Tape plastic explosives up to your back and then blow ya up//
Like 'nausea', Im tossin ya down a buildin, grab ya and 'throw ya up'//(up and down nauseus)
Sellin ur girls organs on the black market, I'll sell yours later//
The last time someone 'moved to your music', it was playin on an elevator//
Shank your mouth, spillin blood, lots of it sprayin out//
Slice your windpipe right, leave your esophagus hangin out//
You wanna battle at your pad, im bringin down a dozen wars kid//
Leave you like 'Rob Zombie', with a 'house of 1000 corpses'!!!!!!!//
Uppin after this kat spits!!!
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