That bitch in ya pic is tight, i'd lay the pipe.
I'd take a pipe to ya head n split it all night.
When im done wit you nothin left. I'm always right.
Once ive sung to you ya lose ya breathe and then ya sight.
Then whats left? Nothin! Accept ya death tonight.
i'll take ya chest and press it for every speck of life.
Wit no rehabilatation, no awakenin tonight.
My "Variety Mix" leaves "kats" stuck, waitin to "bite".

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858