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Yo, you're not as as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya like john lennon,
rip ya tendants out ya to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension related sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life into ear,
before they make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the multi grammatical,
don't me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in fukin italy,
i play on tripple decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im beyond you're level scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
i die fuck my music you'll feel me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, above the averages,
you no weight, like bitches after mis- carriages,
and your produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass never make it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i smash ya into the mic,
and now you know im like,
ill suge the industry,
i like the spirit of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like when you spit live like jennifer lopez,
massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum soaked tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin thier stick figure anorexic in stitches,
my verbal blitzes outshine you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local youth in his made vocal booth,
a fukin incompitant killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest nigger produced,
i nastier then regurgitating period juice,
so burn ya fukin rhyme book, warm,
and put it to use,
im about to like frozen airplanesshipped through ya roof,
and im of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't sling if you was palestinian,
you mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you niggers can't even get a fukin cab danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll tha shit outta ya muther,
you be gutter? ill leave you laid out in tha street,
you'rs truly, the mutherfukin immortal technique