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U Think U Can 4get Centz????????
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yoyoyoyo,
i know what you thinking... you figure since- u ashamed of impitence you'll just dick ride NONCENTZ. the difference is im really ill from the miniscule molecule in my druel- the type of ILLyou FAKE so you wont have to go to school. Im 3 times iller then any m.c.-my 98 farenheit turns 298 degree- spit at you and creamate you to debree. When I release my monoxide....... Heat waves turn to heat strokes provoked by quotes spoke- The residue outcome is 2nd hand smoke mixed in anthrax tokes. When subject matter and verb become action leaving bones broke. its SON~DAY, i ressurect my career in 7 bars-beating heavens brains retard- leave em bleeding hair lines receiding, domes left ajar. use an ink cartridge to seprate you mouth ridge from you cartilage- cause you wouldnt drop knowledege... dropping out of college. you fabricate your life 50 percent cotton- i spit punchlines til my brains blood clotten. i battle with words.... verbal cold wars with mtephors-yall some fake crips spitten folk~lore im firing each letter in caps- like they was discharged from gats- twist your wig back, till your hariline starts at your rectol crack. the impact resembles nuclear warheads....if you haten this- ill murder you ,your fans,fam and crew dropping bombs and incinerate all within a 100 mile radius. im ill with this... my lyrical brain weight is as~vast- as an obeice mans' physical mass- when i got ill shit on my mind...my behind shits mustard gas. i destroy heavens... leave em brain poralasis from lyrical edekets- MY SINGULAR FORMAT RIPS IN PREDICATE. you dont want non your spinless like invertebrates. i rhyme for me so fuck you!....a half ass means half a heart- you been in it this a minute i been flowing since noahs ark. displace your faith when you face to face with the begotten ill leave your skill missing your career so close to forgotten- you face is already on milk carton. Last edited by WORD~PERFECT : 02-06-04 at 04:17 AM. |
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