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baggin em up when i hit em all up with the lyrical venom i finna be getting and k!lling i wanna be spittin fire and i happen to smoke a ball then i wanna be getting the drugs, they get me the person i’m coming to k!ll. i’m poking em over the thing i deliver making it realer, i’m pushing the person to the back of the ring and busting em up to the parillas
puttin them up in a coma no coming out better wake up you are dinner
f-ck all the fussing i coming in bustin them over the head with a parillas
and we seeking the moment we’re going insane (their alive) there’s so many getting the vision they totally can’t see that i’ve given i happen to have saved and getting them mothaf-cking buffeling and smoke on em like we smashed em and now i’m so high on lost sinners now i’m so ready to fill em with lyrical venom and it would be easy coming and keeping them off of me
and i’m murdering everything again like a normal kid
and i’ll hit em, i’ll k!ll em i’m f-cking them over the other rappers who remember the touch of war while i’m backing and packing while i finna be breaking the demon
[?] no thoughts, i just speaking fast and i wicked at blast at three enemy flows i deep it in your past and you heard of a monster coming to do a flow sh-t
and a murderous song then we hear a call get a bust as i hit em all, and i’m giving a f-ck and i beat em all stabbing and i’m breaking the neck of the p-ssy that wanted to push me rising against me
murderous bigger fuss, murderous bigger bursts, murderous running from the real parilla. now it’s time to make em like you gonna do em murder em and find em like a motherf-cker put em all up with the final check
literally making a manikin making a panic and playing a track, and i’m ready to end all the lives and keeping a track and making them buffle em
smokin it till the devil will show up and show itself up in my asylum
and no one can keep faking apart and making it’s way out of the monsters
now we’re faking the pulse like the maniac bustin and the cranium beating insane
yeah we’re k!lling the smoking jumbo probably breaking apart in your brain
and n-bodies steppin through the mother of god, typical, who smoked jane?
and the form isn’t thick enough to come in and open up while k!lling your boss in your brain
and then we’re making and breaking a demon [?] and a wicked posse after buffling and bustin the monster and bustin the mercible [?] i k!ll you and check the lyrical maniac and making and flipping you stomach will bubble up when i’m coming back up with the danger

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