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IP:
yo check this ish...lol
the best rises,to rip this faggots chest violent wit Teks firin,
cause battlin me lowers your life expectancy like test-pilots,
leave your music 'submersed in flow' like i 'drowned a synphony'
and like 'sluts failing highschool'...your bout to 'go down' in 'history'
ripped for fun i spit wit risen guns so listen son,
like 'crack feens' at 'track meets' im bout to 'pull a hit and run'
like informants or scared drug dealers im bout to 'drop the dime',
till i 'beat your face in wit a crucifix' the thought of losin 'never crossed your mind'
i got enough pull to transform your most ferocious opratives,
your on a losin streak,but choosin me is a 'vote of confidence'
so your hate occurs just as every single fake is served....
then i showed all your 'promises as lies' just so i could 'break your words'
your spittin wack-g im trigger happy like cops that love Teks,
and if we were speakin about atomic weapons...im about to 'drop the subject'
folded your frame wit devoted abuse cause your just a hoe in the booth,
i watch you 'waste time wit lies',but when i spit its 'the moment of truth'
this man is worthless droppin fake shit in damaged verses,
my 'hiers force' elevates higher than your 'family tree' on any 'branch of service'
so believin this kid will win is like trustin the goverment,
similar to fat-disobedient children...just a 'glutton for punishment'
a secret enemy defeat and finish these bitches wit the weakest energy,
i 'feel sorry for your death',under dirt '6 feet' but thats my 'deepest sympathy'
you 'rocked the boat' but you wont 'get off easy' cause i stay gunnin these children,
nobody will be 'missin you' cause your 'more than a woman' and Tek is 'one in a million'(RIP girl)
you see that? you'll lose and want a rematch... i got more for seconds,
your black coal and im a 'shining diamond'...and your finished but thats 'for the record'
i compound dudes into grownd-food then vocaly astound crews,
Lyrical- dont 'blow your top' your just 'full of hot air' thats what it 'boils down to'
you 'tailor wit caution' in 'threads cause your flow 'seems' to be failin you often,
ill bury ya alive and have you 'scratchin at the inside'..but thats just another 'nail in your coffin'
ive come to shoot,till all this faggot sees is runnin-troops,
and the last fire-arms this bitch will see...is his 21 gun salute...(die in honor mofucker)
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