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Yo, the that I'm down wit def squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e
Or hoppin out the murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex wit redman, wildin and cursin
My thought is mysterious like the lochness
My mindset is complex
shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all you hip-hop conference
in an unidentified flying object
Turn you an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you
Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and
My sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw
So wanna battle get blasted
Get your enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the twist
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the passage
Dug her out all day, then changed my dna
Now she got nobody to
I been raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a tour
For wannabe hard niggaz, niggaz
Wit heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
in the squad plus me equal four members
An addition for any special force mission
Man

sermon]
Ain't these niggaz on shit
Keith murray, canibus ain't no it uhh

murray]
Let me a brief description of what happened
I was rappin, got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, decapitated
Gush! a got struck as I look
I caught the guy runnin by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the
The case is that I split melon
And feed it to the wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for island, I turned and took charles ferguson
And open on any trains now
You may never know in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best shallow
And hollow, if you wanna to see tomorrow
'cause no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might like
Blast you in your and disregard your vest
I'm and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you know how I'm livin
'cause I like the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
Word up, got me to set it

vu]
Seems I steps wit
To any bitch who think they nice in this
What? what you think your
I your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is around clothes
But deja vu got something for you hoes
Studio gangsta I diminish ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought finishes
I wanna see red, blood a chicken head
'for I wild the out like the grateful dead
This wild style run in my genes
Because my in the county
And my brother just home from green
I strike the black widow, through the underground radio
and still stack dirty ditto