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Cuttin ya cause my lyrics are as sharp as a Machete
I'll slice you and ya niggas straight into Spaghetti
Bitch get back in the oven cause ya niggas ain't Ready
To deal with a crook watch out fo my right hook
Cause I knock ya out, put you to a coffin just with a look
At my lyrics and -isms, ya probably hear my rythms
In the tunnels of prisons, I'll pick apart ya carcasse
Bitch, you be talkin' and rough walkin'
But I'll clap ya fuckin' ass like my Walkman
Deliverin' rymhes like a serious here to cut you mutha fuckas up
Look up, You better run before I erupt
Because you run outta luck, bitch close ya mouth, please don't interupt
I'm done spittin' this battle, bitch spit ya post
Cause' when ya done get down pray you don't get eattin' apart like toast

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn