life fluxuates yo, I’m stuck in hate mode, snuffin flakes ‘n’ blowin’ dro, known as Twisted tha Great, venerated / my pen simulates Fate ‘n’ stimulates my recessive traits to dominate tha track with verbal Geronimo Pratt-type actions / I splash Homo sapiens that’s straight AND faggots, with graphics like acid trips / authenticate tha Hip Hop, my Timbs match any ‘n’ all attire / thin as a wire except my dick, my penis sets semon fires / bitch, put it out with your mouth ‘n’ swallow the empire/ I conspire to stand with a slouch ‘n’ put grams in my snout, Scarfacin’ my entire incarceration, guard your face from bars of hatred / pensive, how my nickel plated pen spits ill sentences to pay my physique’s penitence / in tha state penitentiary, my pen bleeds ink, I stay chinky eyed but yo, you better not blink…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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