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f/ Mr.

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[Mr.
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the split
Niggaz turn into at the sight of my blaster
You might be type quick but son my bullets run
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
Try to plug up the holes, while blood is 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 since birth
Make sure I the job, kids I'm plotting to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if she's beautiful, her
And if her man riffs, I got the slugger
Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya
Little pieces of ya all over the place
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 shots you'll be wet as a seal.
Your fleet might be deep, but I'm with worse thugs
Prone to burst slugs, like Stalone in blood!

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

Leave you wit bites, that heal right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through skulls fuckin explorers
Evil the auras and correners, holding foreign objects
Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine
Punches to ya head in
Your down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin through stomach like crunches
Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their like sponges
Coughin up a lung of cells
All you super guys get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, eyes are red like trooper disguise
Like your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, pain 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 head you excederin
Aint no here
A man we shreddin him

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

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you like
Leave you wet when a bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its foul like little babies cock
You disgust me, like old ladies chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a steps outta line I have 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 I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my is obnoxious
We'll jig you wit picks and dig in your pockets
Blast directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and Earth worms bless ya dome.
I'm in fatigues and steel combat boots
Aim for your front and co stomp that loose!
merciless , hookers flirt wit this,
Nine cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. your blanks and
unlucky kids that fought me know,
Cause I left bodies stinking like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You to us without a weapon to bust,
We'll jack you out your range rover, make you in the bus!

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

A supporter of enforcement
Cock, brain splattered on cement
Seeing cattle 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
like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism
Holmes take it off, a choice, get hit wit bone
Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't a voice

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