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man get ready in case fuckas cause complications
mafuckas cant even think about confrontations

faggot we battlin to make piss shit ready
so here we go fake this spit steady

I'll leave lookin like a mummy wrapped in bandages
I pack heat while you pack a pack lunch full of sandwiches
Ima seedy li'l rhyme spitter that packs a punch
Gay bashin faggots coz i hate queers that pack fudge

packin fudge mafuckas can get the fuck off
but i'm no homo or homophobe dont get lost

as you percieve wit your minds thats when you see
not with your eyes you mind see's clearly

blurry vison-got the bitch stuck in a mist of haze
it so optimistic pure flesh and no gain

got em thinking twice on everything
stumblin n bound to fumble
i catch em so quick n a way its so humble

U here to get wat u asked for cuzin, watch the back door bust in
the task force rush in, It feel like a nigga gettin jacked for nothin
Fuck the crack wars thuggin like im comin back for somethin
I smack whores, punchin fags for cussin, send me to the sack for hustlin

why all the violence we dont sit in silence shit
we battle spit rhymes wit this and then we split

mafucka step right up yo rhymes so weak a baby wrote'em
and your only gonna get wot yo asked no quotin

ill eradicate the quotient
with a potion to open the ocean

call me moses, i accomplish n flow the impossible
always accomplishin feats, ill throw the intossable

idfk

its easily minipulated
these cats is like raw meat
nothin to good,flavorless, softcore, with no hood
itll leave ya shocked from the stench that flock when these rookies crop

okay when the potent heart beats
you here feet stompin get away from far cheats

yes i'm talkin bout fraud and future fuckin biters
they were so good and now gone like gas in a lighter

left, no more here in presents
fina take this cat quick wit no essents

rigth, to the topic down to the basics
whats you got to match these pay checks

man we all gotta flow tight elevate and go right
to the point of no return when we rhyme and grow fight

so battle when we battle to get rep and make way
fake sway tryna make beef to rake gays

puff on this blunt like marlboro reds
returnin ya shit like mail buro's dead

take everything i say to ya head
because shit could get cha filled wit lead

man i spit rhymes at sick times
shit i used that shit a while ago dammed split mind

i cant remember wot i've wrote befo i must have writers block
whether i'm right or not i fight a plot wit tysons knock

Quickly imma tell ya right wat im about, put the double pipe up in yuh mouth
fuck ya wife up on her couch, snort a line of that white stuff then im out
Fuck ya life up in ya house, Watch ya life turn to shit while im wippin my ass
Half these catz on dis site think they nice but they trash, smoke em like a pipe then i laugh

torn to shreds, i found this young sucka in the gutta full of pounds of lead
talkin with hypturna product but could never serve the hot puck

i told him right quick shut the flap up and sit down ya belong in a trash can kid cause thats the way ya shit sound