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f/ Mr.

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[Mr.
Watch me ignite this shit, a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous
Niggaz turn into at the sight of my blaster
You might be type but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
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 a dude, turn him into maggot food

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

me empty out clips like a son of a bitch.
No remorse in my heart, I've rotten since birth
Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plotting to
I'm for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her
And if her man riffs, I got the slugger
Ken Griffey swing an axe at ya face
Little pieces of ya skull's all the place
Attacking shit I'm accurate, 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 with worse thugs
Prone to slugs, like Stalone in First blood!

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

you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite
You dick whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris
Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin
Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign
Due process to cut ya like sub marine destroyers
to ya head in bunches
Your down like munchkins doin lunges
Rippin stomach muscles like crunches
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, eyes are red like trooper disguise
Like having your pupil by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat
Fuck breaking through 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 need
no fear 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
Leave you wet like when a bottle of sherry in ya grill
Its foul like little babies cock
You me, like old ladies with chicken pocks
Equal rights, if a bitch steps line I have to fight her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple
Wish master, out my bitch blaster
Your and I'm breathing cause 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 bone worms bless ya dome.
I'm dipped in fatigues and steel combat
Aim for your front tooth and co stomp loose!
Cold merciless , flirt wit this,
inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch
And fuck gangsta rap cause shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. blanks and caps
unlucky kids that fought me know,
Cause I left their bodies stinking 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 handed to you, end up a dead
by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it
We using fistacuffs and snuffs
To call ya bluffs, if your of fluff and think your mister tough
You'll remain a peasant, is unpleasant
eating the brain of pheasant
Destroy you like crack resin
it to you like armored horseman
Like a abortion
is benly drama endorsment
Smashing you like the arms of men

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

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