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Da 5'9":] I see day same sick language You a game, I'm a game of roulette Pain and Cobain mixed with Bane Drenched in purple And I your prints, cut ya fingers off Mail 'em to your sons, class In a Martin glass attached sayin Billy, call your dad Signed sincerely, he caught it bad He clearly could not you The alcoholic me in a coma you sweep The you, see murder, my style true Basquiat, Reebok Our guns ain't coming out if we not Yours? Yours is coming out with 2 we shot, woo, we shock Which one of y'all wanna box the King Cobra? I'll mop ya sober I'm not stoppin' they drop me in a box in a mausoleum "here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn's shoulders" Hip hop played with the flow, related to The greatest to go in, Patrone Maybe record a poem with Oprah and it back for Raven Simone niggas! (later niggas) I got a on Queen Latifah cause I had a dream We gotta fuck on the Monie love I'm wyling on drugs just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls You can eat our dust, we playing ring the world
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I:] Yea, I see 'em too my sixth sense They prowling while I'm browsing through housing With the authority to do you Leave you in 8 sections fixed rent While your bitch bent over extending my dick's Doggystyle literally when she my cock expand yo And you barking up the wrong tree Nothing's three-dimensional, different of existence The role the clairvoyant human being can see me in My theatrics lean, right these raps getting ghost-written By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche's Inspirin' rap shit that the get in Or it be acid, constipation No shit and it might be magic, it! of magic All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to off the illest rabbit in hat trick I'm verbals at you before my circles slapped you Hey, what I heard If you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that I guess so, go ask Joe statue, uh (Crazy nigga!) The instrumental's looping, I sit in a institution With loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions Confusing your views with simple The lyrics I'm to abuse you
[Joell Y'all man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man think I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's left Next to two stands, shady fans Starting to rescue range of painted grand tans But that ain't the man, I'm just tryna save fans from the same damn million and 80 grams blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny cause they can't mummy I mean rap, get the point like E.T. back in the 80's So ease back when Ortiz rap, the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack Then an ABC opposition robot Built by the fans who feel ya'll so not that I'll so scream yaowa your show start Will devour you cowards, firin' rounds from high go karts Till your entire in a shower and the soap drops Fuck! Like the last nut who sucked my pop Cause I'm charming and felt like King Kong's arm and I pulled twice Antibiotics, my is sick Recite The Bible on the toilet my God I'm the shit Grab my ipod and it All you hear is the house like sittin' on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a see See? Pumping with thorozine, I see Sido, e-mail horror scenes, see C dog Thought I see red people C.C. Sabathia's scum track Maybe a whole bunch of dead people
[Joe Wonder why he from these boys My temperament's annoyed, Freud Belligerent on Ritalin and Rory Look for a reason, all is void Oh and pencil when I'm coy I enter and destroy the tape slow mo and took the stand, face blam Raised my left hand, on the Bible as I approached grabbed the mic screamed it's over for you roaches We can close this only thing make me crazy, they can't figure out a motive See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental Memorize the track if I've been inside it My eyes meat tenderized My will arise If God put my sins aside I swear I'll genocide My funeral look like a general died Dog's there, let the inside And they'll say he though Me, I'd with that claim though my angle, but some would say he is an angel Never gave a fuck, druggin' way too many in my of serenity Keep it, How can man be here the boat Ain't no chokes read Fantasia the written rainbow Peeing, fleeing, the clothes It's 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow Head in a bowl Headed to hell, in crisco And walk over your eclipse, me where it is You have eaten, turned into Al with a phobia of grits I know dudes that took the fall for they body Skipped childhood perhaps couldn't an Atari Record the homie, Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney You mighta thought out awkwardly Not neurotic, this And homeboy that ain't saliva, last week's Molly residue That demon I carry is So whoever said that's a hard pill to swallow never met me My new "Approach With Caution" Owe me money, I resurrect if you that coffin Take my kindness for weakness it be your last error Wrote my thin between love and hate and mascara Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver forget the wrench More oil on his tongue, to get him pitched Slaughterhouse fuck, you, you ain't get the hint Basement full of insides, full of ligaments Let that be a if you eager to getting rich Gut you niggas you Febreeze just to rid the stench devoured, work magic with a weapon And I'm as indecisive as D Howard you coward Be certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and It's Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if it's just artificial insemination Only for revenge cause to him it's just ventilation Pissed off and annoyed he was goin' in By a virgin menstuating as a nurse racing Truman Show his life, watch the demonstration And one way of fuckin' the world, no penetration Don't know to make of you The six sense is equal in life form but way more unbreakable
The of the super group is being changed right now, my nigga House gang, that's right pops, let me talk my shit we go off Alright pops I guess enough shit talking what I mean Y'all know,