sonnin cats wit my guns that clap an make lungs collapse
if u put tazors on railroads u couldnt have stunnin tracks
toss"Big Rocs"at ya dome so u can be head strong
then put ya legs in ya chest leavin u dead wrong
i'll Make Ya Own Words Hurt U Like Havin A Toothache
i know u Pussy So Im Treatin This Battle Like Date Rape
u a manic depressant ya frail words just clasp to feel strife
hold my aaorta an heart above to make ya grasp for real life
aim at ya chest and put the beats away like retired dj's
closin rs tryouts cause for u the shits becomin a cliche

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