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always facin emcees so weak that my pee-will-split the feeble-bitch
i know its weak-n-shit, but im so cold i piss ice n ill freeze-a-bitch
shhhhhh but i stay stalked on alexander kieth-n-shit it gets cold n i wait for ian to leave-his-wits
its cooold you should see-tha-clips i keep-'em-with ta steal-his-clicks
tear his lyrics n hes got a lethal-rip, id mourn 'em but instead ill reap-his-hits
gain on popularity n see-the-kids who really-spit, sorry ian but from one cyoher the ceal-is-split

now my skills is too spectacular for you average ameatures,ima savage scavanger that will grab and damage
the mother fucking rap manager,i will manage ya,disrespect ill put ur death date on my calendar
when i smoke that dro my eyes get low,like a dumb niggas test scores,n gett highhhh like mount rushmore

im not mentally stable ill beat ya wit a table n rub ya girl down wit syrup from maples im not able . ta see the plot in ya fables my pants dont fit so i leave my cock in stables ill move in the house beside you n steal your cable

Don't step to this, or mess with this
I'll wreck your click, Straight leave you pissed
You'll vanish quick, When you get ripped
By an emcee, Who doesnt even got a dick

i offend rhymes wit offensive lines repent ya crimes i dispense wit grind like jeezy ill steal ya watch cuz now its my time like deon sanders prime time matta fact the buccaneers defensive line in thay prime couldnt hold me on monday night at game time

i strip an emcees assets like a creditor so look at me n witness a preditor, im the sickest competitor
spittin the simplest but still bringin the betta-verse, the heat i spit is meltin n morphin a mic, opponents are askin to be devoured like they handed me a fork n a knife, im walkin the streets with hollow tips to put four in a foreignor, battery acid in a flask n im pourin a quart in ya, before steppin in the ring with me you better forwarn the corenor

ayo i dont even gotta rep myself,dont doubt me
just ask about me
ask bout the trees, about the g's and keys thats
stashed in the A-P
and if im hungry,ima go on a shopping spree
with desert E
evrything im coping is free,taking over ur money and property like monopoly who the fuck is stoping me
The verse is meaner than ur third grade teacher
i got couple nina's,wit a bad bitch that look like trina

i do doubt i took ya advice n asked about you//
about that no body knows shit about you better off without you//
slap ya fuckin mouth dude dont think so im bout to//
back n fourth wit my pimp hand rapidly same way that a trout do//

im like spawn, trained on a different level for whatever the devil wanna ta do-with-me, i refuse-ta-bleed, quick motions snappin ya leg n ya neck fluently/ slashin arteries musically//im startlein truthfully, my heart'll'keep movin me, cause from the start im a true emcee, so you take one step near to me n lyrically youre gettin torn apart n beat brutally//

im not the type to be stylin in chevy's, stay invisible always silent but deadly, holding more flow than you can find in a levy, but i let everyone keep-gloating, stay writing for fun n biting my tongue i dont speak-loathing, my spits flood computer screens leavin the weak-floating, a wolf in sheep-clothing, makin emcees choke like their deep-throating, im firin shots without takin a break i just keep-loading, cover anger with a smile its a cheap-coating, but really my brains skippin over waves like its speed-boating

Aint Dropped-in-a-While, And its Shocking-And-Vile
i See Half The Site Tries To Copy-My-Style
im Cocky-And-Wild, And im Sour-in-Defeat
These Thousands-Of-Me Need To Bow-To-My-Feet
Random BlaBla, u Aint Touchin-Dom
ill Rip ur Skin Off, So u Look Like Precise\'s Tux-at-Prom (Pink Haha)
Duck-The-Bombs!!! Tyrant is Sizing His Prizes-n
Cise Must Be Happy His Protege is Outshining-Him

(Really Outta Practice Haha)

Im new to this but Fuck you
you think you gangsta make sure nobody will buck you
You are a fucking Wanka
make sure i dont Shank ya
With rap i may not stunt
but you get high over 1 puff over the blunt
these asshole there there all fakers
none of you are not virgins
your all masterbaters
Bitch ass hatin Fabolicious
Coz he got a hot ass bitch and she Bootilicious
And he spits like an AK gunna
and his bitch is a top-notch stunna

yo im hotter than flames fuckin in the desert at high noon
i despise you steppin ta me aint a wise move so dont try to

put a needle on vinyl ya lines is like album static
in battles DA GUY's calmer than pythons digestin valium addicts

I'm sicker than a combination of AIDS and syphilis...
An abomination; stop a patient and make him wish for this
wonderful disease; even in the winter, I'm like a summer's full degrees:
hot and deadly, stop the medley, I just funneled through the beats and pummeled you with ease...
Sick spits; just walk away when I run to you with these...
I'll bomb a nation of wasted lyricists...
An abomination; a combination of - wait, I just spit this shit.

I'm from the Gutta, scripts is what u see my flippin//
Flow sharp as incisions, get your CD skippin//
Blew out the competition when i stepped in with poise//
Played you lil boys, with just a Mic as my weapon of choice//
I'm Iller than the flu epidemic at the turn of the century//
Yo like John Brown said I'm not a rapper I'm an entity//