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its metaphor leave ya dead-in-war, got 8 barz then seven more...
severing chords, in heaven n lords, cutting the reveron with swords....
saving his gore n adding it to yours. blood stains on the floor...
wood grains stuck in this whore...what the hell are you fucking with me for....
the crowd roared, like when Mj Scored, when i parted to record....
bringing back fire as if i started a ford, this is the beginning of the artic storm..
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hit ya with the mossberg ya lost herb, left ya thoughts blurred//
shit in ya boxers, put em back in ur lockers, I'm something like a author//
but you cant publish me so dont offer, now its getting awkward//
cuz the talk swerved from mossbergs to crossed verbs back to gawkers//
i got a better line up then the Miami Roster, leave ya in a creek like Joey Potter//
you know we slaughter, but get less attention then a homley tottler//
not to mention we hotter, and played in more arenas then the globe trotters//
then ya got this goat knocker, trying to hold me back like Pamela does a rocker//
jealous cuz he's softer, and i aint that sick to talk about my dick posture//
look across ta me, anyone who wants something written it will cost a fee//
thats the exact definition look it up in a glossary, I'm kinda bossy//
eyes stay glossy high as ozzy, u stay below my lines like Aussie//
but thats geography, and you aint g at all ya see, to teach is my audacity//
u should stick to photography, while i get ready to promote a cd//
youll be learning how to use the remote on the tv//
so you can see what i wrote on the free, and spoke on the beat//
how does it feel to choke on ya feet, my reign is coming wear a coat on the street//
or just piss ya pants and continue to soak ya sheets//
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its metaphor leave ya dead-in-war, got 8 barz then seven more...
severing chords, in heaven n lords, cutting the reveron with swords....
craving his gore n adding it to yours. blood stains on the floor...
nothing remains like the poor...left ya with no brains as a bore...
i'm to insane for a cure....should be locked up in chains in a war...
put ya in flames in the morgue...then post pics on this board...
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whats up typo, its complexity ;/, i don't think of any it eminem said before? and this piece had very few "multis", rhyming more then one word in a bar is just for flow, it has nothing to do with saying "look at me i can rhyme", well thats kinda what the point of rapping is anyway its better than saying look at me i can rhyme like a first grader
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this was pretty weak wasn't really dissing him that hard at all
Respect this, specialist, black, testing this and get ya necklace jacked
Your after name scratched up off my guestlist, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
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Your after name scratched up off my guestlist, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
[Killa Sin]

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