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I pray to God for His blessing to consent slaughter |
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Your seven ounces of brain holds 2 percent water |
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Literately your dried idea belongs under your arm pits |
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Fully armed spit. My palms slick with this engraved |
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Vakill in quotation's the nicest |
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After I come fuck this liquid hell |
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Only hoes that's giving head is getting flotation devices |
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Digest words to kill by |
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Auto-pilot my technique so even if I sleep on my own shit it's still fly |
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I'm Gods only begotten renegade angel; saint-sinner |
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Make anemic hemorrhage, I can draw graphic scenic image with paint-thinner |
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Let the bullshit stop to a screech with hot lead |
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I beseech hip hop heads til the tooth brush is obsolete |
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Many fuck around and catch a reach flip top head |
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I set respectable trends |
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Til the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin |
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Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud... |
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I'm voicing oral crucification with a mouth full of nine inch nails |
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Conceptually blazing in trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails |
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Impaled, snug and cushy |
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My hip-hop status is c-section (why?) |
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Cause I'm a cut above you pussies |
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My DNA spliced with a Japanese feudal lord |
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Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes |
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Keep a bitch that's a ten |
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Pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy, |
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I can start a million march of dimes |
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Significant sever uncertain signs salivating |
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Circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind |
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Dizzying bitches, merking niggas grizzly and vicious |
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Til they minus flesh and bone like Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, and Wish's |
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Who's the sickest shitting this year? |
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And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good's the answers |
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Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times |
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You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud... |
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I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language |
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You ass betting a dyslectic Spanglish |
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Hope for the best but expect the anguish |
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Presently, sleepers dying pissed off |
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And my sole solution for the chronic bed wetting is electric blankets |
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My diatribe merks entire tribes |
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I'm the 13th ghost from (?) |
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So when I make the alphabet perform Karma Sutra |
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The English language'll have to be stapled-stitched back together with stainless steel armored sutures |
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Drunken word techniques for (?) Tequila liqour |
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Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker |
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(Heat a clip up?), puts kids to sleep |
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Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that (push wigs to eat?) |
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Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous (?........?) numerous clicks, cancer tumorous sick |
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Nickel, slick, quick, humorous spit |
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Liquid sword salivation til throats of every consumer is slit |
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Shit. In every recessive state my flows a regal spectacle |
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If I was born with one nut I'll still be ego-testicle |
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And niggas shit-popping more outstanding worth than weight |
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Can't hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake |
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I've enhanced the Jordan rules |
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Putting bodies on the mic and watch the fliest nigga leap to his death |
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If the name of my profession is "Fuck You" then basically what I'm trying to say is... |
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Never mind, my work speaks for itself |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud... |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan |
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Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than |
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Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand |
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Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands |
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Cause the darkest cloud.. |