I'll Puncture Wounds Explosively like Bombs-in-da-Ground
Scare the umpreparedto Run for Wooms this is if ya Moms is Around
Uncalm-in-da-Crowd "My Thesis" I'll Let-it-be-Known
My Spits isn't about Chicks wit Dicks...when I Say ya Head'll-be-Blown
Medically-Cloned N Still can't match to Play-Bliizzee
Spun Around On from 4 Pounds....G's bout to Bleed-Sickly
Flee-Quickly or I'll let Hallows Send-from-da-Oozie
got ya Hands down like u Defendin-da-Couchie Shits not Pretend-like-a-Movie
Im Ending-deez-niggaz N Still Ripping Tracks-to-Shreads
So SImple aint no Pimples when I mention Pressure Splats-ya-Heads
Contact-da-Feds!!! Still Aint Distractin-Me-None
you Attackin-me-Son Nah cuz u only down to fight wit ya hand Attached-to-a-Gun
Rappin-for-Fun But Im Startin To RunThis Lyrical Lounge
Contimplatin like Satan to Leave Mc's Spuiritually-Gouged
You Hearin-me-Now if not u Gotta-be-Deaf
Cuss Under ya Breath I'll Bring SHame to da Lame n then Slotter-who's-Left

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