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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 sight of my
You might be quick but son my bullets run faster
Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya
Try to up the holes, while 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 food

Jack in a magazine, kid 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 finish the job, kids I'm to hurt
I'm hunting for a skirt, if 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 over the
Attacking shit I'm accurate, never a target
Open up ya mouth son use my fist to clog 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 with worse
Prone to burst slugs, Stalone in First blood!

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

Leave you wit bites, that heal right, if I feel spite
You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck
Bullets through skulls like fuckin explorers
Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign
Due process to cut ya screen 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 their soft sponges
Coughin up a lung of blood
All you guys will get pulverized
When we brawl unsupervised, your are red like trooper disguise
Like having your pupil by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps
Fought with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously
breaking through floor boards, we're war lords
And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad

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veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin
Aint no fear
A man we shreddin him

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

[Mr.
A flurry shots, will shank you 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 outta line I have to her,
Male or female, I'll drink ya blood apple cider
Wish master, out my bitch blaster
Your dead and I'm breathing I empty clips faster
Thugin it out, my click is
jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets
Blast directly through you Avrirex,
Peirce flesh and bone worms bless ya dome.
I'm in fatigues and steel combat boots
Aim for front tooth and co stomp that loose!
Cold merciless , flirt wit this,
Nine inch cock I just to hurt you bitch
And gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back
Its hyde hollow tips vs. your and caps
unlucky that fought me already know,
Cause I left their bodies like courtney's sweaty hole.
Aye yo You steppin to us without a to bust,
We'll jack you out your range rover, you trek in the bus!

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

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

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