ha,.X-CELL N SPEATS EH.....HMMM...
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YES IM BORED...LOL.....
x-cell n speats...im sure your shit dont mix well with beats......
i aint hearing ya fans.. even if you's were propelling ya speech...
Ha…you call that sick,. Let me pull ya scalp back like the Indians did,
Crack ya craniums lid..! cuz you don’t walk with heat like Arabians kid,
Ya burials made.. Blistering rays,O-M's now known as ya territorial grave,
Memorials get slayed, ya couldn’t stop da bleedin if u was Humanitarian aid,
Did you get that metaphorical stage.. NO..? well ignore ya perpetual rage
Let these bars fracture ya cerebral cortex so your left Mentally splayed
Rivalries engage with page after page of bullshit pre-writtens displayed..
Pull strings n tags…hags with harry legs the only way you kids gettin laid…
.Look, you aint spewing sickness like Linda Blair in the exorcist,
And yous'll never be able to step next to this, like legless contortionists,
You’ll die quick in this game like cheep laser tag batteries,
……….“attack n battle TC..”!!!
N lose ya life quicker then hemophiliacs in razor blade factories,.
if you think you got wit,…your twisted like trombones in BRASS
just blame ya father-less past..FI-DEL aint fag…So why bother his ASS..!
X...your "out of your element" like beaches in SNOW-SHOWS
i throw blows in doe-joes with "phatter lines" than adidas LOGOS..!
go spit on a mic..and it’ll spit back cuz… its SKILL YOU LACK
DISS TC. how can ya be this nuts, but still not have enough to fill ya sack
LOOK, your a twelve pack of Heineken and im just SNAPPIN-OFF-CAPS(lock)
while your raps are like your love life, always CUMMIN OFF WACK…….
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