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my lyrics would swamp you give u a brain hemorr-age
this kid subsist, is a terror-ist

Ill rip yuh face up now its showin skull, ya flows are dull not Razor Sharp,
So pick the pace up quit goin null, so emotional cuttin noobs up is my Favorite Part,

nigga u ass,i see threw u like glass,u dont wanna blast,u aint gonna last,ill rob u with out a mask,so u can see my face when i laugh,if u survive the first round,u aint gonna pass the aftermath,the 357 will make u gaspp,nigga u aint thuggin,while u too busy makin lovin,im tryna blow up fast like leakin gas in ur oven

to you ima killer, to her ima lover,
always wear a mask & i never wear a rubber,
talkin bout ur mother yup ima fuck her,
ill have a new son u'll have a lil brother,
oh no ima smother you in souther comfort,
puttin you under till u turn into a cutter,
returnin to the gutter no i didnt stutter,
nore did i mutter Ill cut you like some butter,
comin from the suburbs ur jus another fucker,
murderer to ur brother, ur sister ima touch her,
leavin you sunburnt, bring the heat up like the summer,
get ur bitches number jus to get some hummer,
such a fuckin bummer, i wanted to fight but you had to be a runner,
im the fuckin stunner, killin off the beef cuz i wanna be a hunter,

remix to the lil wayne track workin em

what a bumer,u cant spit dumber,u mother fucker u aint shit,u what i look for in a bitch,U str8t pussy,u wussy,i leave ur face gooshy if u push me,nigga why even speak,u too soft to even have a heat,ill have chillin in a suit,a sleep,6 feet deep,nigga u aint gonna see me creep,if its beef that u seek,then its bullets that u eat,i got scope too,so ill u from 100ft we dont even gotta meet
and u gets no bitchis,u virgin nigga,u bang with the snitches,tell me what u suppose too be,cuz damn even the hoes tell u ''ew dont close too me'' thats why the only thing u bag is grocerys
shit ill remix ur face fuck a lil wayne track,when i get that gat,i just dont ''clap'' ill give ur ass a Round a Aplouse,when i put the pump ur jaw,u kno u gona fall,cuz even big niggas too small,u pussy nigga u dont wanna brawl
u aint raw,u dont know the principle of war

fuck the principle-of-war.. bitch your the pinnacle-of-whore, ill kick ur ass leavin u cynicle-n-soar
look.. pharmacist.. you dont got the heart-ta-spit, ill burn u like an arsonist
WHAT THE FUCK happenned here, seems like ya havent been elevatin, just descendin
bitch youre whole verse sucked... wish i could say it was just a weak-endin'
talk like you seek-vengeance, but yer just preetendin, waitin till PrE-ends-it
you aint gettin a point across in 9 lines, might as well make one street-sentence

yea precise ur so fuckin nice,...lmfao bum ass nigga u suck at life, jesus christ,ill have niggas run in ur house hold,the day ull be at my level,is the day santa gets shot down in the south pole
and u gonna kick whos ass?,funny ass nigga ill spit at u and laugh,u betta get a gun
idk how tho,but ur ass betta get one,cuz if u wanna come at me,then my son,u are done
and i slap pussy ass niggas like u for fun,u like a cheese burger with no burger,u straight buns
so listin little nigga,ill swizz cheese u up with the tommy,lil nigga u still live in the same crib u grew up
with ur mommy,so why the fuck u tryna come at me like ur somebody? u nobody
so next time just be a nice lil boy and be quite,im quick too start riot,u soft nigga,u hold no weight like a anorexic chick on a diet.

faggot, talkin bout a chick-on-a-diet
ud give any bitch ur dick.. IF-she-could-find-it
think ur big in this game? ... but u aint tall-tho, just find some gangster fag to follow
youll fall n burn up faster than the apollo.. u spit like a college chick who prefers to swallow!
faggot you rhyme single syllable like docta'-sues
go find a worm hole.. n finally put ya cock-ta-use!

smh- that sad part is that u think ur a great rapper,when on the real shit u just a actor
and above everything ur a fuckn cracker,ill slap ya,plus u got no hoes,u still a virgin,and u got no dough
what u know about grave yard shifts moving O'z,u step around here ur lil gangsta side wont show,
its like u determind,too be a virgin,u cup cake ass nigga, u wish u had a college chick,but the only thing u got
is ur right hand,and a dick suckin scholership,and ur little verse there had me dien bitch
and im tired of readin all of ur fake ass rhymes tlkn about this and that,u tlkn about who?,nigga i will slap the shit out u,and wtf u gonna do?,nothin,cuz u and ur crew could get it too

Street Pharmacist? That mean you sellin crack?
Maybe I'd take you for real if you had 2 balls and a sack
Now I aint dissin you because you a chick
Im jus dissin you cause you're a dude and like dick
Ill lyricially cut you in so many shapes, leave you lookin geometry
I'm sorry Im tearing you up, but your name screams battle me
Now ya see, I go by Wild, and everyone knows that
Why you callin yourself street when all you is is whack?
Now, maybe you should change that name so your real self shows
I got some ideas for you how bout "I get on my knees and blows"

Wild bill? lmao u need too chill,cuz homie u aint real,and all that gay talk could
get you killed,i call my self street cuz i jepordize my life on the feild,and i ride when niggas
thats ready too die on they will,and if we was face too face ill spit in ur grill,lift ur baby chain up
u know whats the deal,and u dont wanna know how the steal feel,my flow is ill
and wtf u talking bout 2 balls in a sack?,what the fuck is up with that?,u probly wanna nigga too
break ur back,and naw i dont sell crack,haha,but i do sit back and watch my money stack,and i do run around
with gats,that will bring the heat too ur team like shaq,matter a fact,i got a rocket,and ill leave ''1'' in ur back like t mac

Street pharmascist, we all know you fakin
And you must have me mistaken
Call me 007 son, my bitches like it stirred not shaken
Money I be makin, Im stackin figgas and its mine for the taken
Listen playa, my beats is earthquakin
My lyrics so I hot I be fire makin
Cant throw water on this rhyme, it burn up and make condensation
Your flow may be ill
But my flow heavier than Star Jones's menstruation
Now if you wanna go round 2, step up to the plate
But I just suggest you stand BACK before it too late

haha...u funny how u comin too me like u makin money,u chill with dummys,u starvin homie
with a empty tummy,u food on my plate,and u lookin yummy hah.
listin playa, dont be shaken,when every bone in ur body is breaking,im a millionair
in a making,ur bitch ass is gettin raped kid,wanna war?,ask ur self how can u make it?
im so hated,so underated,the real get passed,when the fake gets faded,look at me i made it
u cant beat me so why diss?,and if im fake,then nigga u dont exist,when i shoot i never miss,
dont get pissed
u aint 007,u aint james bond,but word is bond,shit could get ugly like spawn,and u could get shot up
and left on ur mommas lawn,she crying over ur casket like ''i cant belive my babys gone'' u thought u was right when u was wrong,u little fagot nigga cross dressin with ur sisters thongs,singin along too all of beyonce's songs

Rise from the ashes like that of a Phoenix
If street pharmacist dont know me he need to read dis
A man of many names spit rhymes like hurricanes
These lyrics aint tamed, no line is the same
If you fuck wit me its over for you lames
The names Wild Bill, the trillest of the trill
After a days work I set at da table and stack up da mil
I steal yo bitch from ya now she suckin my dick
You scared too confront me cause you fuck with one ya fuck wit da whole clique
I got them big niggas, them trill niggas, them niggas that aint scared to pull they triggas
Come to my hood and rep yo block
Keep ya eyes peeled and make sure ya dont get knocked
If my name aint bond, then you aint street
But jus ask your girl cuz shes suckin my meat
Now I told ya once quit spittin that gay shit
Put me in a casket? Nigga youll get yo wig split
Sayin Im wearin my sisters thongs, actually bitch, theyre your moms
After I nutted in her ass she be singing my songs

ur wearing my moms thongs? wtf is going on,nigga u disgustin,u pitiful,u thinkin u lyrical
and just by the way u rap i know u living miserable,this is only the web, u dont wanna take it physical
ill get rid of u
put u on a hit list,a well wish list,for christmas,i handle my business,murk niggas leave no
witness,so ill how i rip this,for instance,ill take you out ur existance,
and bring up yo niggas big,small,or tall,all yall,can suck my dick,ya aint ready too brawl
if u trip on me,be ready too fall,u aint raw,all i make is 1 phone call
bitch ass nigga ill be ur master,ur flow is a disaster,ill make u a ghost like casper,
close your chapter,then ill die after of laughter,chew ur ass up like a raptor
u fake rapper u hill billy ass nigga suck a dick u cracker/actor
ill shit on u a internet,and in real life ill smoke yo ass like a ciggarett,wanna bet?
confront me,ill put u on check,spit on ur flag and step on ur set,catch wreck of puttin
the teck too ur chest,and if u feel any disrespect,then so let it be soft ass red neck.