my point blank thoughts ricochet off shoulder blades, my rage is older than hate, tha soul controller of tha physical plane, automated pistols shot long range pierce brains, Iíll make your ears ache, I create theory of pain / my verbal tyranny squash tha fear in me, that which is ingrained, never use tha Godís name in vain, use my faith tha size of a grain seed, sharper than a laser beam, when I speak Satan is afraid of me / yo, I jostle noggins bro, if you got clips then cock it bro, handís on tha Glock Ďní I come up out tha pocket bro / discombobulate ya whole steelo with vocal akido, some call it a coco puff while I call a primoÖ
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