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i dont hear ya kid, ur lyrics crumble like a pyramid//

take a word of advice from your dad, no tears
or i'll shoot you in the eye and you'll no longer be queer

shut up wit the bullshit, sit down and listen.
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kid ill murk you, like a bitch in prison.

come on my turf dude n ill teach you a lesson.

come my way , n youll pay wit a deathnin' intention.

check ur spelling, young felon, that shit wasn't compelling//
there is no telling, if i'll put a shell-in, to get excelling//

leave ya swelling, take heaven, n bring fucking hell in//
i aint dwelling, this kid doens't realize his limits like magellan//

its ironic, my verbal techtoniks
smashin mc's taken em for they cash i be,
breakin, shakin em foes
comen back neva runnin its that,
young felon puttin suckaz on they backs
lacin neva racin but pacin comin wit shit so hot
iitaa boil to a blast
amaze the rest for whats to last

i spit it perfect, ur first spit i prefered it, thats the verdict//
u don't deserve shit (techtonics?) watch his words-split//
cypher? u should have left a comment, i'll wreck ya on it//
this herb couldn't recognize whats good if he was in economics//
usually i respect the comics, that are high on cronic//
lets keep this ironic, u couldn't keep up, if you were to ride on sonic//

i burn em beat em till they learn
leave em screamin till they come to a slow sqerm
im sicka then big lurch on sherm
suckaz hatin im shakin em
takin em for what eva they haaave
whateva is whateva
you know im juss sicca then that<

metaphors constrewed to leave all forms swarmed and bruised blood poured in pools till whores are yelling
and torn in two and i'm sure i'll melt him cause i could headbutt the keyboard and rhyme more than felon

this cat sports my name in his raps like new shoes,
boy think of somethin new im tierd of ya obsession ,
aint nothin new,
you as simple as plain
i run straight threw ya game
leave ya stressin like a feign for caine

Young Felon? I bet you never even been to jail/I hung this melon he's forever seen to fail/ your too frail when it comes to these lyrics/Ill haunt you down like a cheezed spirit

u should have write a draft, started out nice, fell off fast...
like a nuclear blast, ur times passed, trash ya mic...
before I grab a knife, n easily stab a dyke...
leave these bugs with a scab to bite...
u break like ice, take my advice, n vacate this site..
cuz like "horny felons" we will rape ya twice...

let me spit a-chord-in, with revelance, bring the board-in...
trying to sound intelligent, thats just distortions..
truth "be" only thing "common in felon" is abortions...
without recording, i still got a sure win, dont need assuring..
i'm lyrical enduring, only thing "killah" in them, is their urine...
securing this thread, with global proportions i spread...
my palm absorbing the led, there is nothing left to say...
i haven't already said, so lets just say, later instead..

uncontrollably insane, shots blowing threw your brain
til only 3 strands of ur hair still remain
calculators cant explain my gain
still remain untamed,its just the way i bang
watch tom the gay complain at how i brought the pain
then bought his reign, taught the lame
then he fought and was slained
the doctor came and only his snot remained.

this kid can hardly stand, now my bars began..
cuz killah listens to em, ur now an gnarly fan..
i'll "keep ya out the game" like yoshi b4 mario land..
u should have planned, actually could have man..

i spit non-fiction, to get ya mom twitchin//
split the bomb wishin wannabes would stop snitchin//

gimme a break, take a half of this choclate//
cuz before i think twice ill have ya ass in a coffin//

dont catch da flow? well pick up a dictionary//
deez beastly bars makes em flee..his visions scary//


i was lookin around...and was bored...so i decided to drop some shit...lol...i prolly wont b back for awhile...workin ona mix tape....peeeeace