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no crew.hate,dr

i'ma drop.

yo clarice...do you still hear the lambs...cuz lector's fuckin em
but they laughin'....cuz they can't feel his staff when it's up in em
Buck Turgidson...i call that some strangelove...hope you came gloved
i'm the balliff...come with yo verdict and when you heard it you gave up
here's a face hugg...cock spray in ya mouth...plant tha seed to blow ya chest out
are you impressed now?...visine for yo rhymes-reemed to get tha red out
you dead-bound...Joe Black comin' fo that ass now...cuz ya flow is tha Pitts
and you knows it...light hits ya gloom like that kiss from a rose shit
in closin'... this whole thing be phoned-in...ina moment im'a stop/rest
while lo n' behold it...the cannibal lecter ain't quite done...with his tongue on my cock/flesh

ups hopin' this cat will show .

what's up with these fools bitchin' out ?