Lyrical Cyanide, it's more like lyrical genocide, cuz I'm bringing ya death so ya best Run~N~Hide/

Better take this warning in stride, cuz I'm decimating ya pride ~N~ erradicating ya Tribe/

Four Hundred ~N~ twenty posts is the closest you'll ever get to Dope, so ya betta just cope/

My verbage will hang ya like some Soap on a Rope, my styles will bless ya like 'Water' to the 'Pope'/

Ya hear nothing when I spit? That's cuz ya never around when Ya GIRL is Going 'Down' on my Tip/

We can all see that 'Frown' cuz ya know you've been 'Clowned' by the 'Dastardly Hound'/

So ya want to step to the Big Dawgs, I'll leave ya Mind in a Bog, and Stop ya Heart like a 'Clog'/


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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!