-intro-

yo rv be sleepin or hatin shit wut am i talkin about 20 dicks perform like pussies on this rapsite...who swear this english 101 or sumtin...
ya'll act like ya'll neva seen a wigga before,these niggaz pussies is sore,
as soon as i perform a 2 step in the door,girls throwin me they drawers//
yo look muthafuckas...

-verse1-

im swingin lyrical swords ignitin a lyrical warfare cuz lyrically ive been here,
been there done that,wit my pen,pad and mic prepared 4 this lyrical combat,
true niggaz neva die alone,flash the chrome,put 2 in a bitches dome,
catch me in the prone postition covered wit camoflauge,shoot a bitch up
til he start shiverin and shakin wit a severe hemerage,smoke a pound of weed
a day 2 complete the leverage,a savage beast,str8 from the streets,bringin
that blazin heat,dat boils ya blood on 800 degreez by my ammo's-charge//

im untouchable,unstopable,indisputible,rebel,shovelin dirt ova these bitch made devel's,i contain a essence stonger than ya'lls on all level's, i can care less about winnin battles,i play these fake musicians like that boy did the devil down in georgia wit fiddle's,call me the riddler cuz i keep ya'll guessin wit my riddles,i got an arsenal of weapons while ya'll carry water pistol's,im chewin up competion rite down 2 da gritty gristle's,washin'em down wit they eminem like soda missle's,schoolin niggaz sit down til the bell ring ya dismisal,niggaz talkin bout my mission's impossible,but like tom cruise i prove
anything's possible,and when im done in the booth they gonna have 2 rush the mic 2 the hospital//

i kill shit,spill shit,that real shit,hate it or love it im trill bitch,think this a game bitches but this ain't kill switch,truth is a lot of you niggaz jus fake snitches,jeoulous of a wigga wit "nigga" dreams of goin from rags 2 riches,im vicious,young and reckless,bringin drama like the young and the restless,stick corks in ya lungs leavin ya breathless,fill shells in ya vest,leavin ya chestless,disputed one of the best kid who wanna test this!//

-hook-

i kno wut u did las summer the way my chorus got u on a hook,
wuts wit all ya questions ya'll bitches must b writin a book,
bugged out in my sig and bitches get scared when they look,
pussies got it twisted thinkin sum words will get me shook//

-verse2-

abc to the 123 simple english mathematics,these actors clownin my rhymes,
but im bringin dat drama like cinematics,its tragic,writin balistics,tweakin
they characteristics,rising above the hectic hate,debate my philosiphy,
cuz these hataz aint stoppin me so i blow'em away like i do the smoke from chronic,isn't it ironic,these moronic idiots cant see my diabolical scheme is demonic//

i got it that motivation,of sayin fuck the world while flippin 2 middle fingers 2 this hatin nation,cuz like i said when i first came out...................
the world todays nuttin but a playaz nation,the fuck all the playa hatin,im countin these benjamins,washingtons,and lincolns,wtf u bitches thinkin,we just a bunch of niggaz workin for satan,ima stay smokin and drinkin//

i see ya'll blinkin,put dont close ya eyes,or ya demise,will b set by my rhymes dat hypnotize and control guns w/o touchin them,many came & went,i came and hit the game wit a wrench,thowin a crowbar in the game,watch all these madd rappers isolate my words 2 try 2 disect my flames that burnin these
fake emcees who try every day 2 make a mockery of me,but im cocky g,i'd shoot myself 2 end the whole contraversy,but i dont exist,hataz is pissed cuz i flow through the mist swing wit tidal wave fist n put a bitch in a hearse g,
man fuck this song ya'll bitches cant touch me,faze me or hush me,cuz u bitch str8 long john silvers like hush puppies!!!!!!!!!!//

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