poison stings ring when my pen exploits tha ink ‘n’ you trinket MCs attempt to splash me, you tacky rat finks / with your ordinary Maybach rap forged in a massive factory, you corny hacks can’t equal half of me / coronary attacks, my sword stabs these bastards like golden plated daggers ‘n’ choke ‘em with they own swagger / half-ass attempted rappers, reverse tha track ‘n’ spit it backwards to coerse the average fan that I’m badder / laughter scatters with rapture ‘n’ my speech pattern is high upon tha ladder, iron slugs enact disaster to grey matter that splatters / dick ridin’ fags can’t recognize authentic rap in purest sentence paragraphs…
Last edited by Twisted Science; 10-18-2012 at 03:24 PM.
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