Twisted Sickness
Off the debut album
"Will Rap For Food"
illes flow you'll see

Show capabilities of abilities willingly killin me
to the point of break, shaken of never mistaken hostility
So fufillin me brings slips to snap, wrists that crack
n' an aristocrat will miss this rap cuz its my business at
for clips to cap, snack your chat til it happens back
n' ya satisfaction lacks like fractioned halves
that you'll never ever remember handshakes you missed for daps
Now you could live for that or live to snap
them sick sick raps, then rip a kat
n' let decisions act for this in fact are ficticious facts..
we creepin..seepin n' feedin what you believe to be needin
Keep you in pieces like deceased kids when you seem to be sleepin
im reapin the sequence, trade you a seagal for a steven
to rip cleavage out ya 4 yr old nieces
Then im feedin what chu readin like a heathen when shes teethin
beatin til you bleedin w/o a mutha fuckin reason
Im bored, mics n' swords overboard in store
beg for the lord accord in heat cuz we missin the warm
spittin is swarms rippin the score hittin the floor
the door, opened to warn or my horn
born to be torn, like "hell, didn't i battle this mutha fucker before?"
I rip sick tricks in, under the rendition of an undefined definition
im the sickest preminision livin under ficticious bitches
father outta prison n' my only wish is to get 6's
of my hits in to rip it off my christmas gift life
But if its strictly business, witness shit get twisted
We gott nuttin to lose til' its done unto you
let loose renewed, Saddam hussein on the front of the news
a noose n' sum bitches get at the predictions
get him lifted in different positions n' throw stones from a distance
Who could write sum shit this twisted? a sickness, n' they call him Auspicious

Cryptic kids in malicious shit, n' you wanna know what one of my pre-writtens is..
So you heard about Twisted Sicknesses, But now you witnessed it
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Bullshit by shit spit match wits from classic magic
proved tradgic under habits laughin for rations
Its saddened but shit happens..
Happened to be clappin faggots, grab em
Add em to the mathematics then pile em together like magnets
Throw shit un fathomed at him then watch the mutha fuckin addicts
Actin to be rappin like ya everlasts, limp bizcits n' b.rabbits
Partisionars practice a pad sketch, n' thats all my lab gets
You came high on a fame line but at the same time
We name dimes n' those fake crimes of those throwin gang signs
Sin within a mutha fuckin win.. begin
Two hymns that knew him were proven stupid wit slits
Race for slips, rolled under rims n' a driver who stomped his shit
kicked his shins like they grew limbs from his mutha fuckin timbs..
We make a mess at best we set terrets
But forget less than detest steps, sketch n' regret reps
Step to the left, but a guess aint gon get you your best
Regress what you obsess so that it gets wet then elect preps
for test temps under attempts that provide less interest

Cryptic kids in malicious shit, n' you wanna know what one of my pre-writtens is..
So you heard about Twisted Sicknesses, But now you witnessed it
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(NOT COMPLETE.. MORE TO COME)