IM a mother fucken God sent, lyrical Prophet//
Lord sent me manuplate life, as a terrorist of tha mind//
Have total control over all your gay lines//
ya spent intirerly to much time makin homo sexual ryemes//

change it up---


My lyrical missles cut throught the wind and make a fucked up whistle//
snapping necks, stinging souls and crumbling to bits and pieces bone grissels//
leaving your body hollow~and families full of sorrow//
with your spirit lost in my worldwind of emotions floating//
holdin' no weight~~I've sealed your fate//
go play patty cake with your ass and help each other masturbate//

Murder---



Im about them punchlines~~fuck that I ain't Chris Tucker mutherfucka if you don't like em' then fuck ya//
meet me on the corner of your block and watch my flames send you into shock//
and cremate your body quicker than when they burned up 2Pac's cause my hollow tip saliva burn when I unveil these concealed thoughts//
offendin' me like I won't spill your brains worst than JFKennedy//
you better beg spitz on bended knee and quickly exit the vacinty//
and pray to Rev. Run cause it's Red Rum (murder backwords) whenever spitz gets vexed//
my verbal tecs clear out sets and decapitate shoulder from necks//

Oh No I Didnt----

so fix your face bitches before I rape your moms with broken broomsticks and give her pussy blisters//
fuck her in the ass with a spiked dick~kodak the shit and send rotten.com the pictures//
come to her wake and smack up your pops before his tear drop//
cuz why she pushed you two out her cock is a mystery no one can solve//
like who killed Notorious BIG and Tupac//


***Ok sombody clean this body up and get rid of it***

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