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1]
These rappers saying lines I quote
They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru
I wanna they throat and go berserk and stab kids
I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Black is
Distributing these knuckles straight across glass chin
I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a casket
The spitter that's sinister as a witches cackling
H1N1 off my tongue but is no vaccine
I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic a whores journal
So I gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and serve you
I get more checks than my ese homie
When I clear you out early like a Brother's curfew
You try to sue the
be saved by breathing tubes
Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Do?"
I'm here to seal doom
XL is a
You will never see me coming like a condom
The true villain, never killing
My haters are just big fans, be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
But Chino got ammo for coward that's hated him
And a trigger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's brainstem

I don't hurt you but I will if I have too {X4}

2]
It's uncanny how many are to end me
I deserve Emmys and and plenty of pennies
And pretty Chevy's on hydrolics
Verses they're on anabolics
Making rappers cry like babies when they got the
artists wanna be me bad
If imitation is the form of flattery
Than my raps should be as as Paris Hilton's ass
I'm trying to bring skin back
But El Debarge can't keep his path out of
The Puerto spic been sicker than Auswitch
Since Noah's Ark was a pile of woodchips
You think you're till the savages double barrellers
Outside your house and it's singing Christmas carollers
I spit I'm raspy
I'm sicker than
When Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty
You softer than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the
The rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen
It's an thing and on your grave I will dance on
Your pussy CD will not go tampoon

3]
Yo
They try to mimic my energy, it meant to be
Consider me Hannibal giving out food recipes
Your ass kicked and your to the casket choosed
Bastards rubbing me the way like a bad masseuse
Ricanstruction ain't an album a murder exhibition
Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the
Hold hands in a senance realize the table's risen
In an industry that's and fucking calcium deficient
Thank Heaven that the visionary Pen has back arisen
Fucking every beat I'm given in missionary position
My rhymes were not for fame or to get rich
But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the