pirate with tha illest tirades, what I say is similar to pillagin’ villages in Christ’s name / psych, stay in your price range, sheisty with tha golden fangs / Science is sick, I’ll bite you in your colon mang/ drivin’ in a stolen Range Rover with a flame thrower diggin’ graves for rappers extraordinaire, of straight ‘n’ coarser hair / glare at my sword’s glint, glorious like how a war is meant / my wit blindsides, I place my name upon ya forehead / sordid assortments of verbal torture quarters MCs indeed / those who mourn ‘em know my identity / postmortem, what’s tha skinny? Blunted Souls still get bent off the Henny / light tha spliff, get inspired, fire tha twin semis / Twisted is forever hella gritty, Bringin’ Down Society, blowin’ weed up yo with communal hippies / feudal duchesses with massive asses ‘n’ big titties get anything they conquest / don’t like my rhymes, punk? then off with your head…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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