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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 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 make motherfukin life dissappear,
but just you hear 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 decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
specifically spittin out the in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die fuck my music you'll me spiritually,
then siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you no weight, like bitches after mis- carriages,
and your label produces no like gay marriages,
im disparaging fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass will never make it the light,
i'll crack ya when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you know im like,
ill suge the industry,
i feel like the spirit of nap got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound shit 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,
crashin, animal fuckin model bitches,
leavin thier figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal blitzes will outshine offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
a fukin incompitant killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i nastier then regurgitating period juice,
so burn ya rhyme 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 couldn't sling 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 smack tha outta ya muther,
you wanna be ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the mutherfukin technique