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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 out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im the comprehension like related sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life into your ear,
right they make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you the multi salabric grammatical,
compare me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in fukin italy,
i play checkers on tripple tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that me off rediculously,
because im lyrically beyond level scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die my music you'll feel me spiritually,
darker siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, bitches after mis- carriages,
and your label produces no like gay marriages,
im every fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass will never it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i ya face into the mic,
and now you what im like,
ill knight the industry,
i like the spirit of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like shit when you spit like jennifer lopez,
i'll massacre a rich rapper and all his friends,
and go to cheetah, rockin sum blood soaked tims,
crashin, animal fuckin model bitches,
leavin thier stick figure pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a youth in his home made vocal booth,
a fukin incompitant killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the nigger ever produced,
i spit nastier regurgitating period juice,
so burn ya rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like frozen airplanesshipped ya roof,
and im sick of fake hustlers telling to the youth,
you robbed deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you niggers even get a fukin cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll tha shit outta ya muther,
you wanna be gutter? ill you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the mutherfukin technique