While my crew be fillin cats with holes, I fill sacks with dough, I fill trucks with hoes, fill ya crews with moles/
I can do anything with a small amount of cash, and I'm on my greatest high when I get a large amout of ass/

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When I'm done they'll be screamin, OnSlaught's Bizzak, with hollow tip bullets and gats, Don't need to guess cause you know where I'm at/

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These little bitches wanna test me, wanna best me, they don't impress me, until they hard press me, my vest be, on my body till my gun is empty/
Only on my 3rd bar and this shyt gets worse, still on my first verse, and police callin the herse/
Cause there wont be much of a body, left for autopsy, when I come through with the cannon-shotty/
My thugs smoke cowards, and kill blunts, and rock bandanas but not fronts,look at women and see nothing but cunts, pull stunts on police blocks, and murder runts/
I'm like Prima Maximus, or the First Navajoe, cause I use midievil weapons when I go out and strike a ho, for the record, strike ya flow, I'll strike a blow, and rob peeps even if I know, that they papers low/
My thugs roll with a fifth and a half, my crew's like a corporation with like millions of staff, and anything I say can happen, I'm like god speakin wrath, you can die a man or a coward,You can choose your path/
I'm not an Eminem wanna be, in fact I hate the whore, I'd go armed for war, show me the trailor door, and I'd lace the floor, with a dark red luquid, and take Haille on tour/
I'm the rap veteran, nobodies betterin, even if they used fancy font and letterin, I'm better than, any member of any clan you in, kill you with any beat even if I used a Mandolin...

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