I See Ya'll Comin Up With Bullshit, Ain't Talkin Bout Shit, Tryna Get That Commercial Fame When Ya Can't Rap. Yesterday, I Told A MuFucka Ta Rap, And This Kid Came Back 20 Minutes Later With A Fuckin Christmas Present. That's Proof Of Ghostwriting. . Man Ya'll Fucks Is Lame. .

I've Been Hearin The Calls, People Want The Best
I'm Known To Leave Fucks Bleedin Out They Chest --
More Than They Bitch When She Fucked Up That Pregnancy Test
I Light Fucks Up Like A Propane, Hold A Match To Ya Brain
That's Ignitin' While I'm Strikin' Like Lightnin'
Goddamn Mayn, I'm Electricutin Ya Frame
I'm Insanely Dope, One Lyricist, So Fuckin Lethal
I'm Maintaining Evil While Remaining For The People
See-Through The Lies, Truth Disguised, Fucks Is Fake
They Crucify My Lines, Hang Um Up Like Jesus On The Stake
Bastards Is Mad --
Cause I Spit An On-Slaught Of Rhymes Through My Teeth
The Poor Is Sad Cause I'm Spittin Gems Everytime I Speak
A Lyricist Who's Knowledge Is On Levels Of College N Grad School
Since I'm Smarter My Common Sense Is Ta Pop N Bag Fools
Delivering Death Like Fast Food, When I'm In The Mood To Kill
I Probly Will, Reach For The Still, Double L Fucka, N Thas Real

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What Am I? The Goddamn Lethal Lyricist
What Do I Do? Rid Of The Hideous And Spit The Dopest Shit
Why I Do This? Cause I'm The Only One On This Level Man
And? If You Can't Hear The Dopeness, Balance Ya Treble Man

They Thought I Was Playin Sick, Now They Ain't Sayin Shit
I'm Constantly Sprayin Clips Leavin MC's Holy On The Jesus Tip
That's Reality When You Adle Me, Bitch, I'll Choke You With A Weave
And Leave Ya Eardrum Draped Across Ya White Tee's Sleeve
Believe, I Pump The Illness Through Ya Speakers Kid
I'm Teachin More About The Afterlife Then Preachers Did
That's My Teachers Bid, Argue The Point And Get Erased Bastard
I'm On A Pace Faster, Than Most MC Actors Jus Ta Get What The Fuck I'm After
I'm Known To Scope You Out With My Marksmenship
N When I Spit, I Leave MC's 'Choppin At The Bits'
They Dyin To Be As Lethal As Me, But There's Only One
You Could Copy My Whole CD, But You Will Get Sonned
N That's Honest, Cause Honestly, Can't No One Touch Me
Side Step When You Rush Me, One Diss'll Leave You Hushed G
Now You Lucky, Cause I Blessed Ya With Publicty, Thank Me
My Insides Are Killin Me, I'm Laughin Cause --
Even Without A Buzz My Skills Are Too Dope To Rank Me
I've Held Biters Captive, Left Many A Body Fractured
I'm Fuckin Absurd. . . Got This Game Runnin Faster Backwards
Formula, The Mother Fuckin Dopest. . N That's Word.

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Whooo. . Lethal Lyricist. . To All The Haters Who A Couple Years Ago Said I Won't Gone Make It. . Fuck Ya'll. . Look At Me Now. . Ya'll Bitches Can't Even Touch Me No More. . I'm Out Kids.

-Formula: Lethal Lyricist. . Anybody On My Level?

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