Brooklyn's Presence Is Primal, With The Bloody Instinct Havin Ya Dreadin Survival
I'm Embedded In Zygotes, Mom's Gave Birth To Corpses Cus Talon's Dead On Arrival
I'll Crack Ya Eye Lens With A Rifle, Shreddin Ya Weak Back, Creased Half'd
My Steez Wack? I'll Write Rhymes On Kodak Films & Still Won't Get Negative Feedback!
Breath Fast, Cus This Sick Individual Will Make Ya Stomach Turn As Rotated Bulemics
I'll Gloat With The Meanness...Flow To Demean Kids, While Dome's Molding In Sequence
Brooklyn's Holding The Secret, And You Better Off Deceased, Sandwiched To Wedge Maggots
I'll Fist Ya Moms During Her Menstrual Cycle Til Ya Literally Catch Me Red Handed!
Talon Might Impress Faggots, But I'm The Reason Why Cats Are Just Scared To Drop
I Was Conceived On 2 Fisherman's Wharf The Way My Whole Life's A Pier Of Docks
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