Note: Above Subject has nothing to do with rhyme..
Try'n out a new style.........


insignifigant bitches
listen, I injure minions with millions of minute mistles
fired from my miscellanious hanious sylo of mind.. yo...
a crime devised by trial and error.
arrive with life in terror
stryfe is fair for mites that hide their fear.
and tears, hardship is only felt by the wear.
the pain sears, knowing I'm hated I tempt fate by playin' wit ak's
my clique makin' great change in this game
spray'n insane scripts like we flippin' cane bricks
at the same time we choppin' phat lines we makin' our names famous
raisin' suspisions of terrorism
up-liftin' nations patience, like we care, we let them step up then hit-'em
rid-em from this globe, I admit I'm blowin' smoke
but look at my name, Blunt, unleash one hit and your lungs explode.

comin' with a desired fire
higher powers scower to find a writer
look no further.. I'm the one...

try ta run..
gettin' far is like I must be tired or somethin'.//
'cause half the time I fire you stumpin'.//
on your knees like you were a hoe suckin'.//
rydin' dick, try'n-ta-get penetration so your anal get wet.//
makin' attempts to be the best there ain't no regrets.//
except when I spray holes from tekk's.//
lay lame foes to death, outlined and toe tagged.//
hauled away in a mortuary body bag.//
cops can't catch me 'cause I got away.//
courts can't force me 'cause I'm not in cus-to-day.//
what hte fuck are cuffs hommie.//
never brandished steel 'round my wrists.//
even if I did I'd just feel around for a paper clip un-lock 'em an' dip.//
come back to your crib an' pop you with clips for talkin' your shit.//


last verse kinda fell off.. whatever.. keystyle'd it 'cause I got tired.. the first verse has some thought put into it.. chorus is just there for a transition between verses...

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