weve reached the peak of civil times
depleted shrilved brittle spines
in sight of Christ's abysmal eyes
ive crysatlized the simple minds
they're pixilized in fiful cries
inside their sinful little lives
the rounds of pistols whistle by
get chewed to gristle, pitbull fights
my moves eluding skillfull strikes
aint shootin food, i kill for spite
come check my crew, we do shit nice
the truest sights n newest nikes
we beat you down, abuse the mic
with rhymes like brown recluse's bites
around your crown the noose is tight
get sliced up like the juice's wife
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