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Check it, uh
My moves on the dice roll, by the 16% chance you see where these fists of fury might go.
Don't believe... I'm psycho. Call me Michael. I might go destroy clones, who think they
can rap? Nope! So now I'm sitting back yo. These wanna-be *** looking like they my
disciples, I ain't right though. I'm taking minds for my design. Hold them in the air
they bow to my subconscious shrine. Now hit a line. You tryin look in my mind through
a cracked window. But from the inside, all I hears the wind blow. You knock knock knock,
keep on that block, you Lego. Now leggo don't beg fo this payroll
These verses something new for yo *** ears. Killa beez on the swarm flying through
yo air! But my poisonous piercing soldiers, are ancient evil, yeah they older. Watch yo
soul or it'll burn. Solar. So watch for my *** or you'll pay the fee.
For living on a whole class under me. Under we, you'll feel the face of tyranny. Cuz we
don't give a *** you looking like a penalty. So don't meddle me. *** you ugly. Break
the mirror break the irony. Chemical clarity. If your not getting my massive broadcasted
melody. These lines offending ***: verbal felonies. But try to sentence me. Then I'll
come to thee. You'll be left nothing more than a casualty. I'll see yo looking *** at
the ceremony. Body cold, but for the next few weeks, after your buried, you will
remember me with yo memories
of my psychopathic tendencies.