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Ok its like this...each person writes to lines using the same multis im about too lay...theres no switching them up...so how long people can go



these Mc's are getting truely slaughtered, but fuck battelin you dog, ima shoot ya daughter
and make her face "bubble-up" like some damn Jaccuzzi water

fuck jack.. think of the dude from "will and grace".. shit this fruit-be-odder^^^(jack from will and grace)
carrien multies for a cypher? shit thats the multie cypher he aint new-or-modern

ill visit the zoo n bruise n otter
n then ill fix it like new with glue n solder

New York Dodgers? who taught u that? Who's your father?
This is new for starters I'll leave you bruised and slaughtered

Bruised-&-Slaughtered? Got News-That-Tortures Newbs-&-Dorks, I'll Rip-Dyke Fucks
Min' Lose-Ya-Torso In-Fight-Clubs, Till I 'Put Wood Over Gutta' Like Kid-Bike-Jumps!

I got fangs sharp enuff to bite-chumps, your rhyme's-suck, u better off singing along to my-humps//
Cut off your circulation like tight-cuffs, Keep rhymin till the Mic-bust, with rhymes hot enuff to lite ya pipe-up//

Lines Rough, This Kid Will Have a Vice Versa `cus i Leave Tha "Mic Touched" ..//..
Rhymes Must .. Rip ya Spine Up, Not Dealin`, But Leave ya "Girl Bagged & ya Dime Cut" ..//..

You can try but, you'll die punk when its time ta size up//
I ryde ruff, Like DMX puttin G'S ta rest, when my nines pump, rize up//

gutta couldnt outshine dust, yuh lines jus make my eyes shut,
hit yuh witta disigned thrust, devised tough-er than yuh slut on my nuts,

ill change it up

Split ya cabeza, when i emerge saliva, my spit-turn-ta-vapor, hot enough to split the equator..
ya greatest hits gettin ate up, when i create up-rhymes all night long ya shoulda stayed up..

my verses are fire my spit burns tha paper, shoot ya at midnight my guns equipped with a laser, then i chill ,relax, smoke a spliff with a chaser, i want my dick sucked theres a bitch i`ll persuade her, after the deed was done i thought shit i must pay her, i aint got no money bitch see ya later, she gave chase but when she tripped i out paced her, she got up and tried to catch me but my fitness was greater

ima stay blazed in bed while i lay phazed for these crazed days a maze strays from one end till i graze gays wit a pen....

daze into the stage that I'm in, i gotta get my pay or my ends, everything i create is a trend..

Guttas multies are Off Beat, your like aluminum dawg the way you Lost Heat,
Hes a youngin witta Soft Speech, yuh skills are so weak even yuh Costs Cheap,

i cought-creeps, tryna rhyme randomly n candidly... n then i popped-freaks
wack asses all follow each other its funny, their sorta like flocked-sheep