tha God brands his name on tha mentally flawed brains of verbally soft lambs, she feels pain ‘n’ pleasure from tha girth of my gland insertion / scan rap deeper than tha surface, captivate a Hip Hop purist / acclimate to God accurate, put some gauze on tha bloody manuscript that attacks you crab pacifists / when I spit I slit your hand ‘n’ wrist, your entire rhyme style’s anti-climactic like Tampax strings or flat asses in tight pants / tha flyest with aerodynamic rhymin’ it’s Science whose mind’s heistin’ what you drivin’ at which is wackness / gravitate to how I attack you like Montagues to Capulets, tha God’s jewels is friggin’ fabulous…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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Last edited by Twisted Science; 12-06-2013 at 06:09 PM.