I'll try and end this wit a quick spit

Im the solution,the peroxide,the fuckin antidote/put me in a rhyme I wont spit no fansy flow/ill spit sum fuckd up shit thatll cut you,plus gets u fucked,im sick and-im-dope/ill release a verse, sit down and watch u stand and choke/i aint a bitch,im a man,no joke/burnen thru u and createn more pain canker sores/ill hang ur chords above the stage/then shoot them down a lovly phrase/
People say Im harsh, when femcees face me they shrivil up like old men standin in the cold/ i jus started doin this shit but i'll elivate, take structure n become a work of art like Mold/
Im like a disease I eat away at MC's, I'll leave this bitch bleedin inbetween his Knees like he's got Herpees/ a fuckin STD, ill spit in ya eyes so ya cant see no more, Business is more sneeky then sound waves creepin up on blind folks frum the TV/
I handle more beef than hookers and sluts/ ur capabal of nuthin, Brainsurgeons go more 'Style' than 'Crew Cuts'/ ppl are affriad of me they know when to watch they Tone, if not their bein dislocated like bones and put on the flatline like a Dead Cell phone/! ima take u under the surface and haunt you like a Goblen/ you cumin into this battle wit the "odds stacked against you", like the "Rockets' wit out Steve Francis", So Houstin we have a Problem/!................................................. ...

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