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Coming to Kill you All
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IP:
ur a bitch...no lie....so only if I could..i'd strike ur balls 'n tease
cuz daubs,i raped a girl last night,and it wuz all forced...
.........just like your multis..........
the polls are tied wit u 'n teph,but ur sig says something different instead
like desperate salesman,daubs,you always tryna put falseness into our head
better off,u dead...cos they all rootin for me..yet u the one pullin stems
cuz while trini lines are played....ur gonna make 40 lines full of them
ur brain thicker than wool 'n flem..ur crew got us all barking 'n strife
cos a member of LL's in the pen
......so no wonder everyone's started to type...
this shit's hardly even a fight...like ur mom's ass,i'm just left untouched
& ur passin to beg...cos whackness 'an egg..'n u got the nest in thrust
dressed in dust...ur rhymes are old news..'n yet u'd pay to hug that 'n kiss it
and i ain't talkin bout african surveys...when i say u love the blacklisting
u bite styles 'n dickride vets..but i'll still leave ya jaw fructured at the end of this
cos really... I ain't trying to play doctor...but ur structure's like a mimesis
don't try to make any lines on pre-writing..YOU made a bitch move,stallin bouts
cos take a look at bitch slapped...it took you 5 days to accept my call-out
i'm winnin wit small doubt cuz ur rhymes affectin none,it don't hurt
and you claim to bring sickness to rap....but infectin no one but the herbs
die from the gun unheard..you UK pussies,you all stay mellow with the beef
dickridin the vets so much....shit....it's almost as yellow as ya'll teeth
say hello to defeat...fuckin pussy....better get ready to go through heat
must have missed a loop with the stitches..the way ur flow "SEW" weak
cappin this song..u rappin so long and u ain't groom anything that'd blow
ur forkin ur lame raps to everyone...but you still ain't spoon any of the hoes
there's no room for ur shows...ur a waste...but u lying on the laps too soon
pokin this girl..cuz ur a joke to the whole world...but you still won't rap with toon(tune)
capped 'n strewn...u got no balls...a woman'd have to push-ya to measure
fire comes to u 'n u try to squash beef faster than butchers under pressure
all comes as pleasure...shock u up..have u hawking up some tazers
but u blow RAYS with ur verses
..........and I'm not talking about lasers....
I'ma stalk this hater 'n bruise hiz letters cos i seen newbs spit better 'n demure
and he's been here as long as some 'a the vets...but still considered an amatuer
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