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f/ Mr.

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[Mr.
me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the of my blaster
You might be quick but son my bullets run faster
off shots, got you clutching ya knot
Try to plug up the holes, blood is gushing alot
Put on my knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two,
Now I'm set to stab a dude, him into maggot food

in a magazine, kid I'll be done with it quick

Watch me empty out clips a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten birth
Make sure I the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the louisville
Ken Griffey swing an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya all over the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never missed a
Open up ya mouth son I'll use my to clog it.
Dead up for real, you better get up ya
Cause when I set up to to shots you'll be wet as a seal.
fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin with worse thugs
Prone to slugs, like Stalone in First blood!

We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel

you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through skulls fuckin explorers
Evil like the auras and correners, holding objects
Due process to cut ya screen sub marine destroyers
to ya head in bunches
Your goin down like doin lunges
Rippin through stomach muscles like
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till soft like sponges
Coughin up a lung of cells
All you super guys get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your are red like trooper disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. youll get beat
Fuck through floor boards, we're war lords
And jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords

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Street veteran, we crack ya you need excederin
Aint no here
A man steps we him

Veteran, ya gear we
When the glocks pop, you drop so you crack the sediment

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you like
Leave you wet like when a bottle of sherry pops in ya
Its foul little babies licking cock
You disgust me, like old ladies chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch steps line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll ya blood like apple cider
Wish master, pulling out my bitch
dead and I'm breathing cause I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my click is
We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your
Blast directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel boots
Aim for your front tooth and co that loose!
Cold , hookers flirt wit this,
inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause shank ya back
Its hyde hollow vs. your blanks and caps
unlucky kids fought me already know,
I left their bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us without a to bust,
We'll you out your range rover, make you trek in the bus!

You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead
Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta it
We using and pistol snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and your mister tough
You'll a peasant, pain is unpleasant
Like eating the of pheasant
Destroy you like crack cocaine
Bring it to you like horseman
Like a abortion
This is drama endorsment
Smashing you like the arms of men

A of gore enforcement
Cock, brain splattered on floor
Seeing killed is similair to men dying
On euorpean battle fields, shit is real, I'm not lying
You might be missing, by we try to fight a fishin
Were like weapons that fast, like the light in the prism
Holmes take it off, a choice, get hit wit bone
Breaking force in ya trachea you can't make a voice

Enter the prize ring as the streets
A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or