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Yo, you're not as cold as me motherfuker pretendin,
murder you infrunna ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension like sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons the meanin of life into your ear,
right before they you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you the multi salabric grammatical,
don't compare me to that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in little italy,
i play checkers on tripple tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically beyond level scientifically,
specifically spittin out the in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die my music you'll feel me spiritually,
then siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, bitches after mis- carriages,
and label produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass never 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 feel like the spirit of nap turner got me,
the hopeless,
you sound like when you spit live like jennifer lopez,
i'll massacre a rich rapper and all his friends,
and go to club cheetah, sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin thier figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two proof, chokin a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a incompitant killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i nastier then regurgitating period juice,
so ya fukin rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to like frozen airplanesshipped through ya roof,
and im sick of hustlers telling lies to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you cats burn rubber,
you can't even get a fukin cab like 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