my ink splashes splotches lavish, Glocks is packed with rockets lampin’, snap half-grams thru tha plastic Graffix / inhale exhale, sex sells ‘n’ my flesh is pale / progress my aggression, am I a realist or a pessimist? you’ll feel my hollow point threats enter thru tha front of your vest ‘n’ rip thru your intestines / on your hospital deathbed, I hope you got tha message I’m expressin’ vehement / how I terrorize, you seen on CNN / vocalize how I tote a 9 milli ‘n’ blow tha kind rolled up in a Phillie outside NA meeting places / throw my serenity in their faces abrasive, in a thousand separate ways I’ve been trained to say tha same shit / my vocal dexterity states rarely can 1 compare to mine / Science, tha verbal paradigm of perfection / my pen was made by Smith ‘n’ Wesson, 45 caliber Russian Roulette expresses answers to any stupid question a cat may ask…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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