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Last breath left of a man that's not afraid of death//
upset mind's get check, with the syrum from the chamber that will leave yo brain's eject-ed//
responding to the threat is, you getting your ego hurt like a male losing to a female in the battle of the sex-est//
i'am the "best kid", like the child to a women who only can get "once" pregant//
i been struck sickly in the brain and cursed with highly phonemial intellgent's//
diverse inter-changable thurst subliminal to hurt the worst of mind's//
dont bother trying to touch mine's, cause i'all 'rush' up on you nigga's like adreaniline//
and end up attack-ing you from the inside like venom, switchin the sympotom's with un-charted obolivion//
side effects: death-in-scribed on the prescription//
when alpha rippin pay attention"and read the small written's"//
every word i spit, sparks and starts igniting and causing friction//

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Art-or-Offical mentally damaging you, threw vebal-miss use,what you going to do?//
a hundred of you, couldn't stop the juice from braking threw the outter-skirts of your brain tissue//
fragment's from this sicken assassin will leave you strugglin and gasping, to breathe//
speaking past tense, you'll be a future has been, left with no family seed's//
damn terd's, alpha bleed ill word's, that emerge on the surface of curb's, that disturb the heaven's causing it to "split" like mitosis cell's on the braking verge//

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