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Since breast-feeding, my flesh-eating flows |
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Had the best leading rappers' chests beating, fast |
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Best dash, leave and lit your head |
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When I spit it's said like you're being hit with lead pipes |
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With spikes that'll rip to shreds |
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You and your men Jack can sit back from the impact |
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Like I was sitting strapped when napalm buried your skin, cat |
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Infernal heating, so much you run, spitting like I bust a gun |
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Make you suffer from internal bleeding |
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Raps that kill, drop 'em, play my tracks they're ill like a jacket your cat with a punkish thug acting real |
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Home gone, skull torn, showin' family mourn |
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Throwin' dirt, but the search for the killer still long gone |
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Attack you, nigga; sneak up from the back and get you with raps |
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Then slit your throat like they wrote about Jack the Ripper |
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My dough short, with no thoughts, I let my flows scorch |
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And burn your whole fort down to the ground like a blowtorch |
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This mad will gets fans killed in a landfill |
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Make you stand still, get your head and hands drilled damn real |
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I aim raps like I aim gats to the head where said |
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To make a lame cat's brains splat, leavin' remains on the train track |
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I'mma stalk your boys, travel like a Tomahawk |
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Eat'em so bad, you'll think it's Dahmer's fort the way they find the corpse |
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And wild lames get migraines like the sun of hot flames |
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They bought frames tinted or their eye drains |
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Speakers blow and the beat, it flows start reachin' those |
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Peeps at shows, making each of my foes decompose |
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Thoughts of anger, those in my torture chamber, I abort with hangers |
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Brave men get bitch-smacked |
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I click-clack, spit fast shit at your six-pack |
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Make your ribs crack and cave in (yeah) |
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This is Percee P, every verse from me |
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Like murder in the first-degree, disperse and flee! |
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For any entertainer I got a torture chamber |
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Torch the flame to scorch and abort the brain |
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Forcing pain to contort your veins |
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Make a gelatin of a skeleton to support your frame |
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Orchestration with adequate manifestation |
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Panic awaits them in an attic or basement |
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Ancient bracelets spikes on the inner perimeter |
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Grab and jab a knife to give him an enema |
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In a minute or two Venom is spewed through |
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The lips of a snake that I hit with a rake to aggravate |
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Activate the radioactive waste |
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To drown a clown in a bath that assassinates |
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Fascinated with acid I ate it and hallucinated |
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While I bruised and mutilated |
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Your central nervous system sending nervous victims |
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Through a mechanism that'll bend, tend and twist 'em |
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Shred 'em, behead 'em before I get 'em I let 'em |
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Get a glance at the, two-headed tarantula |
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Avalanche and an antler to puncture pant legs |
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Your life span's limited you can't beg |
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I jam dead corpses In hand-fed portions |
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In through the jaws of a man-bred swordfish |
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Altered genetically to have big teeth that kill |
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While the henchmen keep him still! |
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A secret thrill exists within the mind |
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Of a frequent killer skilled at bending rhymes |
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To the shape of an axe, scrape and attack; |
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No escaping the facts, placed in the vat |
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Where in the neck is a knife that's black and char-broiled |
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I slit brains, I got gargoyles to spit flames |
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Rippin' physical frames and lacing them with spider-bites |
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Remove your legs and make you ride a bike and blow the dynamite! |
