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...metalface doom...

...operation doomsday...

By the way,
I up on bad dreams
bag up screams in
be up on mad
that heat like jiffy-pop(pop)
in a
get smoked winston

ho's get ripped off nicorette
(patch)
in life
the real trife
might snatch ya life like machine

dead up like bull-fight
be blunted how we
white or in full flight
the
call me
on the run off the gun
death commercial
valley?
is like to the streets
to my
G.M.
MF on the

is chosen like the of war
so from steppin on my floor
or
front
I bring it to motherfuckers
yours
my cause-

and gas
the super
than a million
i be
still quick to squares like sicilian
make me have to hurt them feelins
ill ruin you in the dirt that i be in my dealins
sendin spirits through the
peelin'-
dome
within the comforts of your own
big
wheelin' and high
I the lye-
it the sty on my eye swollen'...

holdin,
and ?????????,
as massive-versatile,
Id to big-em-up monster-isle...

uummm,
yeah...

I saw you in wit dem gas drawls...

To my Subroc-
and ju I crack brew for-
two more, men, two up,
I hit the brew up
knoowwss...
how X the feels
when givin crews a brush with like between meals
two a day
wit brothers thats tight a noose
wit more in use than doctor seuss
or mother goose
X is da suspicious
who every hooker
to malicious murda'
a track vicious
the pipe wishes
?????? may be
minus the baby
any summers eve-
dont
sixteen i do believe-
and one up the sleeve...
of the O
who predict ya last
i told
and gas drawls-

glass and plastic
like drastic law
fed up fightin' secret war
wit' them four-
(invisible bitch)
Doom wit' the metal face
before I go to
the ho better case
the flow is at pace
steady like
beware all suckas is froze icicles...
(bag 'em up)
and baggin' like nickels
cause I licked 'em they tickle
before I hit the clit though imma spit I pronounce
more hits than a ounce no
ta bounce,
X the
im out...

and i like to a shoutout,
to the jet-jaguar...
Megalon...
and Ghidra...

I call joint right here...
Gas Drawls...
In wit yours...