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yo *** you ah huh yo
Ima send em shiverin and snivelin to they moms
They uncoordinated kids suckin on they thumbs Lead footed, get cha head uprooted
Couldnt get ya head right now its left crooked
cook it like filet mingion they songs be Lullabyes, battle crys from the top
of my tongue Im smokin hopeless mc's till gray lungs come
uncomfortably, come to the arena And be the zebra mutilated by bohemeth
i seek him, in a second, a second, second Digestion, is outta the question
A pest is not flesh but best Spred as Relish it's so delish
And i dont even relsih the *** that they mustheard
Or observe a bums word they want two 2 cents from
My mouth is lock and key until heaven has sent for me
So i guess they expect a shorter life expectancy They can indulge on my bulge like a full cup
of Folgers Soldiers dont know where their foe vulnerable
they're beatin a dead horse, red porschia annihilation
Cant achieve Achilles heel wit a doctor examination So the doctors outta patients for provocative
patients
i deserve a crown when i am king of the hill my dialect is bound to make em fear it and
squeal i vomit on your dominance, spot it then i
pocket it ima drive em crazy when im stearin the wheel
Youre not my match kid, ya dont match *** Im prone to get hot and dropped like a match
stick Im pokin at the walls hopin ropes dont get
involved cus im dope enough to close a lung and choke up one of yall
Stop actin like you one of the people You one of the feeble
Minded your mind did tricks on you, you blind kid
A fine tip pencil helped me find out where mine is
Took me on a trip minus the mileage You quake when i deliver
I violate your brain and then i shake it more than quiver
People pointin at me yellin to the cops get him
all for sendin they ears to the hospital They stick to sticks and stones till one of
the rocks hit em Strive to be fly till one of the bugs bit
em Now put your hands together for the newest
malaria victom he aint fly no more cus death kissed him
i deserve a crown when i am king of the hill my dialect is bound to make em fear it and
squeal i vomit on your dominance, spot it then i
pocket it ima drive em crazy when im stearin the wheel
dressed in all black polo so how u wanna go hoe?
i know you betta leave when i tell yo *** to go home
how you gonna breathe when we mono e mone no konichiwa dont step up in my dojo
*** *** hair wit a nasty *** stare who you runnin to? the facultys half there!
paid the cab fair wit a carton of cat hair and complained from the back bout rats who
crapped there my stomachs cuckin pissed i think it wants
to tussel but all it can do is growl like a dog wit
a muzzle every now and then i hear a creepy sound again
seepin into people when theyre weak and down as ***
moms said to count to ten when im bout to sin
but i like it when im out of it i havent counted since
you aint down with this you must be counterfeit like breakin a dolla, i make a WHOLE lot of
sense flows outta the fridge, theres no stoppin
this kid