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yo, yo, i’m over p-ssin’ rappers
yo, driving on the overp-ss they p-ssin’ on they drive, one of a kind find like snowflake a eyeracer, major pain she explored all my privates, i been gritty, my simtacks is sin city, mixed with sinbad, man in a tin hat blockin’, alien waves like ya wave a machete, ready for war leave you in a plate of spaghetti. what? whatchu think that i’ll never make a profit, that don’t make sense like a seven foot hobbled hobbit, in and outta injury like whatchu really wanted, it started with a hobby bang bang oochy wally, alley ooping to myself, all i needs a backboard, i got my own back like bane had batman’s, yo dump it, i don’t even need trashcans running on the track, tell em’ somethin’ x, let’s go…

i think i’m in the zone, last n-gg- called my bluff start bleedin’ through the phone, out the e like, how come i wasn’t seated in the throne, if i really want compet-tion i needa get a clone, thought you knew, almost offended yo -ss, shoulda went first in the league, me first pickin’ the draft, put the snakes and i’m clippin’ the gr-ss, cross you quick as the switzerland flag, out here in texas chillin’ with the homies, prolly by my lonely, i’m the one and only, yeah the call me x so tell me who’s next they talk like they hard till’ i get up and i check them, i am too cold when it come to this, they can’t stomach it, i got the torch and i think i’m bout to run with it, aye let me ease back back, you already know what it is its team back pack…

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and that’s that, it’s real rap
real rap
look imma keep aye…
i said my minds all made up, this rhymes all tailored for outlaws sound of and bombs al queda, turn poison into vapor don’t forget your inhaler i’m hard got your whole squad breathin like darth vader, here take your lungs back full moon the sun’s whack, put down your cigarette coz this’ll turn your tongue black, whatchu want jack, you could bet a strug rap, i’ll spark and i’ll always depend on the gun strap, you see i’m crystallized, to form a hypnotize, and to cause acidic visions of my enterprise, and in the nick of time the world is under my command, i might’ve burnt the n-gg-s pride off the slightest glance, i see that’s quite a tan, you stander than my verse i’m alive again, i jumper out of the herse, and everybody ran, well sh-t i’ll be dammed, i’m just a walking corpse welcome to zombie land, i’m here to prove that i’m top 5 regardless, any category lyricism to an artist, you don’t understand me i’ll explain it bars is, i’ll steal your grammy and give condolence for your losses, who taught this? weak and peril less than a zero, my infection, injection needle and sterile, i beat up your hero, the villain is back, when your life’s on the line what’s realer than that, n-gg-…

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yo i’m k!lling before the even say “finish you” running sh-t, barefoot, i don’t need a tennis shoe, doctor said i don’t pay attention enough to mention you, beniful, rock a tuxedo on that interview, synacle, i don’t bare arms like yous innacles, c-ck a doe, while you on the clock working 10 to 2, plus i didn’t finish school, never made sense thats the reason why i’m k!llin and livin the consequence, now i gotchu wonderin, how i never underin mom used to take my computer to put me on punishment, momma used to work at the school but i wasn’t learnin sh-t, f-ckin with my n-gg- rollin on some tina turner sh-t, n-gg- whatchu burnin, yeah its turnup turnup, colder than sub zero, lyrics feel like they’re burnin, mr bars stick with versatility, he up the bar in a positions of the bar n-gg-s ain’t f-ckin with us…

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