I feast tracks till I can’t breathe without an artificial apparatuses help while trapped in a cell / here to lift rap up cuz it fell, beat swag rappers down with a leather belt with spikes on it / iconic with phonic accomplishments that get dimes on their haunches, I pop clips at pop kids / verbal swine clogs minds, tha triple optic rhymes I unwind are God Cipher Devine tactics / I burn eyelashes off like crackheads ‘n’ matches, my braun makes mics start splashin’ at half-wits / I drink Olde Anglo outta Jesus’s chalice with Dionysus ‘n’ Bacchus / tha pallid MC remixes tha ballad, I leave closet MC faggots ousted, I joust cliques / I’m all about powder sniffs ‘n’ 4 pounds with clips that empty in an arch-nemesis wig / my bars get a Latin bitch to arch her back out, I pull her hair, grab her ass ‘n’ put my dick in her mouth, ya dig?
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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; 12-10-2013 at 10:42 PM.