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watch how i write-this... my style is the ripest
actin heavyweight but ur just a light-bitch
ill ignite-spits, got stoners yellin "ritous!!"
swingin lefts atcha, then KO ya with my right-fist

Ko wit ya right fist u dunno where ya life
you been spittin on illest go live in strife bitch
dont u get it i know i'm the ritcheous
u couldnt quite be as good as me thats when u bite this

when-tha-knife-hits ill end-ya-life-bitch, when i got a razor i tend-ta-slice-wrists
so gaurd ya body..cause when tha weapon-strikes-it ull have ta mend-ya-five-slits
but not threatenin ya, cause then-ya'd-try-snitch

then you'd try snitchi aint snitched on nothin
what the fuck be this bitch bustin
ya supposed to go off the last word
dont act absurd when my gats slap da slurred

i dunno lol

worst is right but ya verse was light
im da heavy weight watch i bag ya life,

ya ass get piped by nerds at night
u aint gangsta nigga you aint earn ya stripes

yea u guys heard-the-dyke, better learn-ta-fight or ill murk-ya-right
lavas what my verse-is-like, im droppin heat that'll burn-tha-site
im always the first-ta strike ive got a thirst-fa-strife
i met this bitches husband, the fatass jerk-with-lice

jerk ya life

well i'm hurt-with-spice i burnt-ya-wife
learnt-this-strife so i cud live happy
cus u aint heard-da-right i swerved-ya-life
of livin happy cus wahat i slurr-just-might
be a nervin-sight

A nervin site? Fuck the constitution I aint observin rights
Like VIP, u aint deservin life, I`ll shit on anything this hermit writes
Im out ma mind, smoking sherm with dykes
I take mines in blood, bitch im servin pints

Servin pints, Ruckus swerves through his urban grind/
I murder lines, you spit ill but every word's benign/
Your worth declines, I'm plottin for change/
But not in the same as Barack and McCain/

Barack and McCain

my hammer to ya brain when ya gonna get slain
see cee destroys what this hermit writes
i turn it right bitch who da fuck r u to burn sit tight
burn my rights like ya god that me ohh right

rite now u need ta stop quick,
im tired of hearin all dis whack shit
how many times i gotta tell u you cant spit
u sick vomit ya life bitch

vomit-ya-life-bitch? <--god damn.. call-it-a-night..trick
im vicious, stallin-ya-life-quick all-in-a-slight-twitch
haulin-a-bright-lit right fist, ull fall-when-tha-strike-hits
im maulin-tha-trife-bitch, she left lookin appaulin-n-lifeless

wack, blah

changin the rhymescheme, words keep gettin recycled
when i attack i aim proper n slice up three-vitals

my enemies standin across from me in a puddle of pee
ill walk away with there woman like "shes gonna cuddle with me"

"cuddle-with-me" watch u guzzle-some-"E",
scuffle-ya-P's to "resize" and double-ya-keys,

reason words recycle is cuz of a consistent-flow,
PRECISion's-slow when i see Mutual gettin beat by the same persistent-ho