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1]
These rappers lines I never quote
They faker than them letter that Solar be that Guru wrote
I wanna they throat and go berserk and stab kids
I'm and don't give a fuck who Rebecca Black is
Distributing these knuckles straight across glass chin
I will Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
The monster that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my tongue but there is no
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a journal
So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning to merk and serve you
I get checks than my ese homie Stermal
I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
Couldn't be saved by breathing
Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Do?"
I'm to seal your doom
XL is a
You will never see me coming like a condom
The true villain, never through
My haters are just big fans, be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for coward that's hated him
And a trigger finger that's like Mohammad Ali's brainstem

I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I too {X4}

2]
It's uncanny how are ready to end me
I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of
And these Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses like they're on
Making rappers cry like babies when got the colic
These artists be me bad
If imitation is the highest form of
my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm trying to bring light skin
But El Debarge can't keep his path out of
The Puerto spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're fabulous till the double barrellers
Outside your house and it's like Christmas carollers
I spit till I'm
I'm sicker than
When Chris Stokes, nah erase shit it's fucking nasty
You softer Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the king
The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder and spleen
It's an animal thing and on your grave I dance on
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3]
Yo
They try to mimic my energy, it meant to be
Consider me Lecter giving out food recipes
Your ass kicked and path to the casket choosed
Bastards rubbing me the wrong way a bad masseuse
Ricanstruction an album it's a murder exhibition
Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the
Hold hands in a senance realize the table's risen
In an industry that's and fucking calcium deficient
Thank that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
Fucking every beat that I'm in missionary position
My rhymes were not written for or to get rich
But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric and hit the switch