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Yo

Panik Couldnt Hold Greatness If He Had My Dick in his hand, You Can Tell This Kid crazy Fo Nutz Cuz He Suckin Penis On Demand I'll Crash Your Party Like Tha Terminator Causin Havoc An Grief, Cuz Im Like A Machine Packin Some Heat Cuz Im Attached To My Piece/
I’ll Catch You Pretendin So I Cant Initiate My Demise, Snap All Your Fingers Cuz I Love To Hear Tha Sound Of Cries, Blatant Pound Of Guys, I’ll Break Down Your Thigh’s Till You Walk Awkward From Tha Round Of Nines/

your trace is vacent from impatient razor blades, leave your face vapor slayed,
an the paper made wud be the same exchange rate as lame pocket change,
your plain like talkin the same as any brain contained soldier,whos object'es game,
except i rearrange your veins wit the pain contained from my holster,
hold up, have you sayin please explain, a king? i dun told yah when i crip yah,
your just like another clit fucked ripped up condom i gotta get rid of,
missed none, your a slow one,so im open, an claim im stuck battlin a 56k modem wit high speed,do i know'em? no, but this wanna' be druggie's lucky he just got hit BY ME,wanna see this sick fuck mike free, garunteed you'll be blinded ina crisis,
subsided from your mindless dick rydin,your prizeless,
like a 5'6 bitch inflicting violence on a titan,ima leave you lifeless and inlightened....

Damn I just key'd I need to practice more homey ~1

I’m Drillin This Kidd Wit Empirical Spits, Looks Like You Down An Out For This Round Cuz Im Killin Your Wits,Im Still Peerin Your Spits Like God Be Watchin My Miracle Shit …You Aint No Fuckin Serial Killer …You More Like A Serial Bitch/