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Yo, you're not as cold as me stop pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya crib 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 into your ear,
right before they make motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the salabric grammatical,
don't compare me to that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in fukin italy,
i play checkers on decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
spittin out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die fuck my you'll feel me spiritually,
darker siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, like after mis- carriages,
and your label produces no kids gay marriages,
im disparaging fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass will make it into the light,
crack ya skull when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you what im like,
ill suge the industry,
i like the spirit of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound shit when you spit live like jennifer lopez,
i'll a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to cheetah, rockin sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal blitzes will outshine offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local youth in his made vocal booth,
you're a incompitant killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the nigger ever produced,
i spit then regurgitating period juice,
so burn ya fukin book, stay 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 sling rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you cats don't rubber,
you niggers can't even get a fukin cab danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, smack tha shit outta ya muther,
you wanna be gutter? ill you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the mutherfukin technique