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1: Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action A in fact son you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a of my tracks spun My rhyming got you climbing hills I travel through mind until you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, sprayed on disinfectants With some ex till their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn system up Twist them up, and in the marijuana smoke is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons animation My of narration Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the into a barren wasteland... I'm
You heard of hell well I was sent it I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
2: Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the of your elite defense I got some meat to some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans I plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around microphone are lethal One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will a stereo to pieces My accapella releases masterpieces through telekinesis And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
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3: Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever since My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O So I'm all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler Here to make a mess of a smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical I get cynical at a fool then I send a back to school I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy In fact I see, or can't imagine A man who a lover of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam Plus the man who never had a B Be all you can be, cause once you make an hit I'm tense to be tempted when I see the my friends commit... I'm
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