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Old 09-15-2007, 09:40 PM   #56
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
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Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..
I wreck havoc on you fatally flawed emcees
Wit no desire to help you I just see I in everything/
Now Iím winning just like 50 Cent but I got my shit in cement
Ink in my pen sooner or later Iíll end it quick and painless/
Lyrically itís shameless to steady a path direct to me
After the math comes the laughter then comes the tears/
Donít plagiarize my lines I got viruses of all kind
No software will protect cha against my kind of hardware/
Whether youíre scientifically inclined Iím a mine of diamonds and gold
So donít try and grow me in ya average seeds I feed off needs/
Read my palms youíll see my arms barring all
Itís nothing but an after thought come at me youíll get caught/
You ainít peeping my signs like Belichick on the sidelines
I keep mine shut until its prime time, show time, go time/
I grow mines in my mind cultivate my rhymes like plants in a pot
Wait until its mature then plunk it for distribution/
Lyrically Iím refusing you like life after death
I donít do double discs cuz itís just too big/
Until the end of time, Iím on my grind like a solider
Whether Iím stone cold or you consider me sober/
Iím the Freddy Kruger of you losers so fuck you too
I was viewed as a serial killerÖÖÖÖ../
But when I kill in cereal is that still considered murder or
Just too much material to stiff through/
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