| I’m a harbinger of death with a flow otherworldly
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| Cancer cluster that wasn’t discovered early
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| Shittin on you 'til your body covered thoroughly
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| My quotes cockblock throats
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| 'Til MC’s unable to respond
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| Like I just told a homeless person a knock knock joke
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| Malicious; |
| tattooed F.U.N. |
| on my dick
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| For «Fuck You Niggas» while I poke fun at yo' bitch
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| Leavin spitters missin vowels, shitters disemboweled
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| The last one you clearly wouldn’t doubt
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| Niggas won’t consider dissin now
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| Fuck punchlines and metaphors; |
| I settle wars
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| Spittin darts 'til puncture wounds look like an extra set of pores
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| I’m morally sick and auspicious, all vicious
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| Quick to jaw bitches 'til they chin hit the ground like drawbridges
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| Potnah, yo' whole style Ichabod Crane
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| I’m leavin all you riders headless when I squeeze off these Sleepy Hollows
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| And pick apart brains, blow to smidgens
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| My shit on point like infrared scopes strapped on the ass of homing pigeons
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| «It ain’t nothin.» |
| «It's simple ain’t it? |
| But quite clever»
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| «I'm the sickest»
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| I came lyrically known as the most foul clinic
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| Biochemist spittin' a mutated AIDS virus
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| Puttin niggas careers on cryogenics
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| I math with godly wrath when it go all
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| Like pinocchio eatin' pussy while he takin' a polygraph
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| I’m bane on some angioplasty shit
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| Just fuck you out of the frame into your nasty bitch
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| Spit epic novels evil and episcopal
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| Fuck your respect, I done dropped two singles and already my rep is gospel
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| In this world of cutthroats
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| I’m a midget with a scalpel and a non remorseful grin
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| Circumsizin' everything below the torso skin
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| You fuckin' with the only one in the wet t-shirt contest with a dorsel fin
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| I spit fire faggots and fart in a flame
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| Backstabber, but I’m terribly takin part in a plan
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| Give a fuck whatever, if your honor throw the book at me
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| I’m throwin' it back full of pubic hairs with the pages stuck together
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| I nut on CDs and shit on tapes
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| Far as vinyl, I’m the last cat you wanna see workin at a fast food joint
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| The way i spit on plates, none sicker
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| Sworn revenge like a driveby car with a rainbow bumper sticker
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| I’m lettin off a thick cream blast
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| Til the whole planet is sleepin in a wet spot with a well reamed ass
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| While you playin dreamcast and suckin so many of these rap niggas dicks
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| Your mouths starting to look like a Scream mask
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| Hook 2x
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| I’m sick by design surely because I shine jewelry
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| With blind fury, the underground assigned jury
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| Try to accuse me of being too jiggy and shit
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| Disregarding the fact that I’m Christ-like nice with mass purely
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| Draw me with thorns and a bracelet to match
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| I’m matter but known to make car stereos and niggas faces detach
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| Quintessentially dark intregal, poisonous tips to heart ventricles,
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| spit ink like I was anatomically part tentacle
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| Subliminal Vakill disses echo past ya
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| While I squeeze off til your fucking dosely echo plaster
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| Code malice streets got my soul callous
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| But I’m nice like twelve deciples
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| Sip my blood from a dope chalice, shit
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| My worst effort is madness in reverse method
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| Shittin' with a jamaican work ethic til this game bitch unfold
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| And niggas grip my nuts so tight
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| I don’t know whether to spin or tap out to submission hold
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| Hook 2x |