depressed youth spittin venemous punches wid agression~
theres no question im just here to make a good impression~
my hearts fell apart my verses leave ur asses adisturbed~
twistin people wid words i'll knock ya staight of this earth~
since birth ive been neglected with a mind thats gone infected~
somebody help me out fake rappers are now bein inspected
watch ya mouth otherwise i might come back n blow up ur house~
stamp on u like a mouse when i run past ya blow ya all out~
on the microphone im pure sickness makin ya skin itchin
quit all the bitchin ive got a large knife up in my kitchen~
im sicknin rippin bitches changing there images like pictures~
sicker den anyone dats live ive gone through types of mixtures~
sick within should be in a prison i wanna snap you in half~
make fun of u for bein wack and just sit back n laugh~
im ill with the skill i will kill If that means i have to~
your fake crews r gonna lose when i come through~
bitch is true im the hottest emcee n ur gonna see~
that you mutha fuckers ain't nothing to me~
i'll leave you backless walking like a midgit backwards~
your the wack mc ever to be known on the atlass~
I'll bombard you wid bats shoot u wid gats~
your not gonna take me yall some fake ass cats~

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