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Yo, you're not as cold as me motherfuker pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya crib john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension like related sub particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life into your ear,
right before make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the salabric grammatical,
compare me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did in little fukin italy,
i checkers 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 spittin out the in me, prolifically,
im the majority of futuristically,
after i die fuck my music feel me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, ripping the averages,
you hold no weight, like after mis- carriages,
and your label produces no like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake rapper in sight,
why you're faggot ass will never make it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i smash ya 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 like shit when you spit live jennifer lopez,
i'll massacre a rich rapper and all his friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum soaked tims,
crashin, animal fuckin model bitches,
leavin thier stick figure anorexic in stitches,
my verbal blitzes will you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local youth in his home made booth,
you're a fukin incompitant like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest nigger produced,
i spit nastier then period juice,
so burn ya fukin rhyme book, warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like 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 mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you can't even get a fukin cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll smack tha shit ya muther,
you wanna be gutter? ill you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the mutherfukin immortal