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i dont need mad clips cus my minds grips mad tricks/ im like the mad rapper u shatter wen i spit assaults u gets batterd/ gettin fryed wit tha rest of my cake mix i make hits that misplace lids n dislocate ya main veins bitch/ and in the same breath i may rest n comeback as tomoro n todays best/ stay vexd cus no matter what i do my barrels remain flexd/ call me a c d c cus im comin thru like a hurricane n it maybe ez for u ta run til u burried mayn/ betta hurry mayne its funny u rodents scurryan/ my rhymes potent u know this so take notice to note this my tung n lips feelin bloated so wen i spit u gon notice ya parts floatin in a red sea like tha ocean/ my flow bled free finally ya careers dead its silent b so please god forgive my fulfilld threats but never regret these words i let infect/ like a virus das airborn heard clear like an airhorn so wen my heirs born ill pass by nite for a sad mourn/