**death**
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I'll 'eat ya punches' and 'spit'em back at ya hed'//
they 'meat in my lunches' between 'sliced bred'//

You like a 'salad', 'fuckin green' 'herb', 'dressed wit whackness'//
'Hit' witta 'malot', 'ruptured splien' and 'hurt nerves', i 'suggest' you 'practice'//

Cuz tha 'fact is', u'z an 'actress' get smacked bitch beggin me fo money fo ya 'crack fix'//
Ya 'tactics' is tha 'whackest', no need fo me to 'inact-it', i'll 'snatch it', hold it for 'ransom' 'tightly captive'//

'Sight this' 'CAP'tion, cuz wen i get dun 'blisterin' ya 'screen' ya 'hearin interviens'//
'Light shockin action' com from tha 'monitor', 'crispin ya ears' ya 'eyes tearin' my 'rhyme' u 'fear it seems?'//

I'll 'crush' ya 'sense of rap' leave u 'rhymeless', 'mindless'//
'Dust' ya 'comments' 'off ma back' wit 'little violence', man i aint got 'tyme-fo-dis'//