I destruct tha lined tablet with verbal gymnastics scribbled / harder than a bitch’s nipples when her titties get tongue tickled / nickel-plated guns swivel ‘n’ air missiles are liberated in tha form of epistles / I spit shit at foreign cliques like I was Don Rickles, or Archie Bunk / arteries get punked when I dump tha pistol grip air pump / life just ain’t fair to some so they blame others for circumstance as Fate, I laugh at the excuses they embrace / rap music must be saved, Scalastick thug estudious attracts chickens with tha fattest gluteus maximus / I use my thought as weaponry, hell’s within reach ‘n’ I read minds with telepathy…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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