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f/ Mr.

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[Mr.
Watch me ignite this shit, a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn into dashers at the of my blaster
You be type 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, turn him into maggot

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

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

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

Leave you wit flesh bites, heal right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets through skulls like fuckin explorers
like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya like sub marine destroyers
Punches to ya head in
Your goin down like doin lunges
Rippin through stomach like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till soft like sponges
Coughin up a of blood cells
All you super guys get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red trooper disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up
like romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking floor boards, we're war lords
And jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords

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

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

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

You'll have your head to you, end up a dead bandit
Slayed by the of brutal, you betta understand it
We using fistacuffs and snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if full of fluff and think your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, pain is
Like eating the of pheasant
Destroy you like crack resin
it to you like armored horseman
Like a trauma
This is benly drama
you like the arms of four men

A supporter of enforcement
Cock, splattered on floor cement
Seeing cattle is similair to men dying
On euorpean battle fields, is that real, I'm not lying
You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a
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 till you can't make a voice

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