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Big halitosis
multiple
Doctor Kill, giving the rap
stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed through out the hood, muthafucka, what's
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to fighting
it, now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that
Smack saliva, out the side of ya
I ain't to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I make grace
(Jesus has all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, niggas is foul
Fuck it, Sean'll two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya
These ain't ready for war, let 'em know

ain't for retardation
In it's realest form in rap, street car racing
Rebellious,
start blazing

After that, I Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit up
could be trying to piece ya faces back together
You on playing,
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your
The word-a-matician, magician,
Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your
You wearing suits and a on your head
And eating with the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word, my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
You scared to fire, banging your face ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a area
And left, fuck a and
you
This it's the principality, punk
You a to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
your shit all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, pussy, you, chump
All yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P,
Master
See all kind of red on ya face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya
While I'm getting my vulture on, on ya'll bitches
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you on this collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my bitch, she breakdance and
bomb
The fifty pop blocker, while me bar bread
you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know where stay, suckas

Yeah, ya'll niggas to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no fucking 'life after
Smash your chest with a fucking medicine
You you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, is the Choir
Heltah on they job, and you fuckas is fired
The fire supplier, forget squad
Nigga, I'm dope the tits on Oz, get your nod off