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I'm Your

I a pair of butter Nikes
And blood drips on my kicks when the strikes - your flesh
Your skin is tender, it's shredded like in a blender
The red drips your head, in the tint of magenta
You're left gory, that be thugging or bugging
if they bring it towards me, it
Take a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, it
at else that will flip on you and stab you for respect kid
Your idol, average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned
I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a
Cut up like diamonds, shut up I'm rhyming or get
mouth blown off don't get me upset
You walking vaginas, like miners, you're spineless
for Necro's, looking for trouble you'll find it
So die quick, you bitches need the
From sucking my dick, now drop the recital I'm your
When I rhyme - fuck it, I raps like a slime bucket
I kick back blowed by a dime - suck it
You whack, while me - my minds rugged
I see it's my time to bludgeon I a nine and buck it
You suckers, die slowly, respect me like I'm holy, Godly - the one and
Hardly to be played, I'm from BK
I blades for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid
If you talk about me you can't relate
I'm a teacher - I'll beat ya - I got a degree in
So kill yourself, before else
Kills you - before you get the chance to, you should be
The of death, by your own flesh
You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't argue you, you know best
no test I haven't passed
You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver
That's what you want, that's you get
wana get cut off? We'll cut off your
I offer instead the chance to turn your around in the stands
Now facing me you must to follow my commands
Fuck packers! You fudge-packers
shout outs to thugs and cats that axes
Death to new jacks, you're 'cause you made a track
Your ass, you get played and cracked and the blade'll be shoved in your
his fucking face!! Now kid
bash it, smash it, he asked for it it
But I get caught? So what?
Do it anyway, bring the everyday
It's like I gota somebody, now matter how hard I try to be good
I can't, you won't let me - now start getting
the buck knife - fuck life
fuck him, fuck you - now tell me the price!?
25 to life or you I'd rather you see dead
Good riddance - head fucking splitting
aggression, swing a fist
blast a gun, crack a bat - over back
never be done ever - that's how Satan made it
all of us to be filled with hatred
Pain and anger buck off the
Fuck off you piece of shit strangle ya'
You getting cracked in the face with brass on my fist
Fuck you - you're a - I should stuff you in a ditch
So a spliff - smoke your shit to this
Get you open like a shove a knife in your tits
Its not simplistic technical
when someone sadistic you in your ventricles
Mad thought takes place should I stab him in the or in the waist?
You get and erased
Now the burners G one hundred bullets enter your body
Now dead for eternity you can't come back
When stabbed like a thumb tack I'm addicted to gats
uncle Howie does crack so spark the stem
And I'ma you kids why your carcass is a gem
Study the bloody my butcher knife
you to pieces unos, dose, tres, quatro, cinqo holes in your back
Burn you to death charcoal - ashes attack your soul with an axe
Jus' because you're dead doesn't mean really dead
I'd rather kill you in the instead
You ain't no peace but rest in peace
Pieces one thousand parts at least the in hell will feast
You'll be deceased at least three times before the pain to decrease...

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