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I'm known-to-cook emcees like a I'm frying-pan
You're dying-man, wouldn't let your mind-expand.
Just ya mouth, so I stuff this pussy like a diaphragm.
Cite-a-plan then follow through like a higher-man.
You're a lowlier-being who's slowly-receding
Cause without a doubt you know-when-you're-beaten.

exposin' my foes as hoes yea they slowly recedin'
caskets for those bastards, ya family mopein n greivin
my dick deep in ya throat, faggit, choke on my semen
hah.. yea i am just a tight rhyme spitter
and my oppenents are people that you might find bitter
im the night time hitter
rollin my blunts same way that i pack my stacks of cash
yea i like mines thicker

I'm spittin' these potent-flows
without a need to even toke-a-bowl
cuz my rhythm and focus-holds
while these others just choke-n-fold.

when i put pen to paper? one stroke n foes are nothin but smoke n coals
bringin heavy text without writin flows in bold
leavin kids with a broken soul, bodies full of open holes
then to their home i go, to make sure their hoe's consoled
are cises opennents really that hopeless tho?
welp.. thats what the quotient shows

Can't stem the tide of dope: each notion holds an oceans flow of potent blow//
soak and go. Vicious choke holds spin discs like oakenfold //
Chop the top off your Totem pole with quoting gold ,spoken bold .//
Behold! Gave a token scold to satan,hit god off with a Broken mold//

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-- Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:01 pm --

And when I'm finished dispersing satan hand you a worser fate than a hearse awaitin'//
Or the nurse debatin' whether to yank the plug after first abatin'//
averse to perspiratin? I burst fakes for impersonatin'//
They curse verbatim.earth quakin', I'm versed in versatile verse equatin' //

gimmie the mic, im conservative when i spit and recite,
speaking of hype, i be hurtin em and teach what I type,
subliminal shots in my mind frame , that i obtain in a box mane,
they playing hard knock games, i loving the change fame,
insane lanes switched up gave lames, an alternative pain,
i blame the same, John's and Janes, and all earning in vain.

Leave the game with a permanent stain,pain burnin,turnin' vermin insane//
addle cats with battle raps,keep scrabble racks churnin' in brain //
Straddle backs like saddle flaps if I determine 'em lame.//
Slaps rattle hats. Evil  Learnin' ingrained like a german bin trained.//

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I'm A Shit Stain, Punchlines Come, And I Get Brain,
In Rap Shits Changed, Lunch-lines Run Wit'a Wet Frame.

My Scriptures is insane,not acid or crack,but it'll change ya brain
yall remain in pain,lyrical lebron james,dwyane wade mane i tamed the game

Claim to be monsterous?...These fake MC's were never-hard-creatures
I come in...& running for cover, is what they legs-&-arms-feature
Why even even try-to-lie, frauds rating 9.5, on synthetic-bar-meters
Swipe their jugular veins with blades, Discover their history, like credit-card-readers

ur times run out no change 4 tha meter/ tried bn faithful but fuck it i'm a cheater/ known 2 b spoted like a cheeda/ wit a honey dat got supa jaws and yes she chop meat like a cleaver/

I flow so monstrous
u know it's not to miss,
I grow my plots wit gifts,
& rose wit optimistic spit

dude tested "positive", n thought it meant hes an optimist
im not talkative, but when im droppin scripts i take off like rocket ships

guzzle booz.. no shots or sips, chill with me to learn what an alcoholic is
stirrin up a vodka mix, shit im poppin crys like ive got stock in it

It's Sanctimonious The Whack & Phoney Kids Actin Acrimonious
Sat The Loneliest Rappin Holy Shit Bout Facts On Holy Scripts

Strappin Holiest Until Raps Are Capped Stacked & Slapped
Jackin Macs With Satin Straps Sacked Sat Rein-Acting Tapped

im back bitch no whack spits hoes call me Raditz so ima finna go nuts
the rap games so fucked,i can see through these bitches NO donuts

hold up,cash like De Niro but in this story theres only one hero
its me,i drop more free's(freeze)then my bruh Subzero