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Money rollin hard like I threw it in a cement mixer/
Present scriptures, blowin heat like vent fixtures in dead winter/
The bread winner, all these dimwits wanna battle Ruckus/
I'll make your brightest ideas look like a shadow puppet/

what your spitten is Dumb Shit/watch as this Punk Bitch Enters the inside of my trunk Quick/becuz when the Pump Grips/This Fucked Prick Ruckus Gut's Split/Im the 1 you should'a Never Tried to run ya Tounge Againist/
Im Killen all this Queer Ish/Spitten the illest wit Lyrics Drillen
these children On wit the Sicker of Lyrics/

Yer screen name suits you cuz yer a disaster with raps/
Don't spit about teaching when you haven't mastered the craft/
Knocked flat on yer ass, even if you split my guts/
It'd still be sick as fuck and you faggots would probably lick it up/
You're not ill, what kind of dope you on?/
Get a second opinion cuz yer doc diagnosed you wrong/

fuck it, ima beast on this and cause a "ruckus"
My nutts is fucken above his, so u suckin mine boy
My lines are 8 ball heavy, cut 5 mics in ya belly
already Im on bar duece, like car fumes im plenty
u get burn'd like the swisher hit
and get fucked like ya sisters clit
Ima demenstr8 who u fuckin with
leave u lookin like mustard bitch

Mustard? If that's a compliment, I'll take what I get/
Cuz I know you reach for me when yer rhymes start tastin like shit/
I spice up the cypher and give it some flavor/
Rippin the haters with such exquisite behavior/
Save yer 5 mics, I'm precise with one/
I'm seeing double so lightin blunts will be twice as fun/
The righteous son, not a single line is forced/
Makin cats nervous like I'm diggin in their spinal cord/

Fuck it, I'll go again...

Check the final score, y'all think the game is rigged/
I struck gold, you're still looking for a place to dig/
The lamest sig, your flows are lacking style/
Crack a smile for the wack rapper's bastard child/

Next i Get Plastered and Dial...
my Ex.. and After a while.. i ask her about her little bastard child.
Shoot Up the Taco bell "Bitch i Asked for Mild!"
Shit they all woulda survived too...
if they got it right 1st time in the Drive through

Screw the drive thru, just do what I do/
Grab a knife, this is music to commit suicide to/
Slit wrists, corpse swings from the rafters/
Chicken soup for the racist soul, bring some "crackers"/

man fa get the lil bitchy bitchy introductions
cause like a cancer flow obviously my words cause u so much destruction
intimidatin on ya ya looseleaf construction
cause like ya PIMP C i get money and no deductions....

The robert neville of the game
Last rapper left and we are not the same
I Am Legend, so tell ya kids about me
I am the hero so dont go and doubt me
Old school shit like envoking of the muse
Pay up and I'll keep the difference of the dues
The art of epic poetry, a wonderful story
About how I came in and plundered the glory
I don't need anything, origional cynic
Rhymes so deadly they'll leave you in a clinic


meh, I think it sucks o.o
But oh well.

all text, no beat to bump
rappin can hurt or feel good like a dump
just another kid to jump
don't got no lady lumps
flip your wig like donald trump
quick tag, 140 with a marker
doin crazy shh backstage, bob barker?
Glass Joe, a waste of flab
keep tabs
knock you out 1 2 3 with my jabs


gettin better

i Invade/This Bitchmade Kids Place/Feelin Anxious Pullen Grenade Pins/
On these Fake Pricks/While i Play Risk high inside of Satan's Basement/
Im Jus a Sick Off the Top Texter/becuz Cipherin with me is Like
Steppin inside the octagon With Brock Lesner/Jus a whole lot Better/

Im in control now, evidence coke found, now that the price of the dope down
I hold pounds clutching, but I dont need a gun when I stun with pronouns, Punk kids, run up but get jumped quick, Quick to put a finger on the holes where the pump hit, leaving ya drowning in water like a sunk ship, aint that SOME SHIT, I dump clips, start shit, I put a gun to ya ribs, razor partin ya whig

Ufc? Eff You C... Shit im the best u see..
came to bless u G's ...with a fresh New Free..
Fuck Punches.. ill hit u with an SUV

in Alaska Ive seen it So Cold... When u Pee it Freezes..
So when i say I'm Sicker than a diseased Penis
.. Plz belive us.. My Frees Could make Trees Belive in jesus.

When i sit .. No tellin what i might spit tonight...
Shi ti just might sit and Type ..A diss pickin a fight
with every bitch in this site.

with every BITCH on this HYPE, thats what you SPEAK
with one syllable RHYMES, I'm still killin this FEM-GEEK.
TO-TA-LLY FREE your MINDS FLOA-TIN-AT-SEA , they got me
GO-IN-TO-SLEEP they Fukn BOR-ING-TO-ME