its due time that i warn
and tell you that i was born
in hell but you cant tell
that i was born witta horn
bottle a jack nd im back
to spit fire on the track
sip the liquer wine is fine
but whiskeys quicker
to deliver the alc to ya liver
poison ya mind ya hands shiver
in this condition you wishin
that ill terminate ya position
drop bombs on ya ass like nuclear fission
blur ya vision wit precision
when i spit flames in ya eyes
hyp-no-tize spit-no-lies
just spit saliva nd get deep like a diver
wash up on the beach as i preach 'ima survivor' im back son.. recognize

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uppin for some feed... get at me people

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uppin for some responseeeeeeeeees

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wasnt feeling the pupose of ya verse

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!

the purpose actually was .. i had nuttin to put in my aol profile so i wrote this wuick shit and i figured id post it up

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nice lil keystyle......flow was nice....structure's ight.....

my fav part of it.....

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gats on da bus
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wow... why you ever comment on this one lol this was like a year ago

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^lmao...........u elevated times 100.....but anyways

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A LIFE OF CHRYME