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[Verse One]:


Small like Hamtaro. Big like Megas XLR. A good opponent to spar, with. Leave blood on the carpet.
I'm a raider not a Spartan. The bars spin like having too many drinks, holding-a-pen, writing in Aspen.

Casting All White Americans in manga adaptians. Real fans are not relaxing. Like Maxine in Soul Food,
when cheated on by dude. It's rude, watch CoonSkin, an animated comparison of the ignorant and arrogant.
Two sides. Harvey Dent. But the coin, I already spent on every alcoholic liquid substitute, I could fill in.

The cup. But two girls, is too much. I suffer from lack of trust. So when I kiss you, I want to know where the last
place, that nut bust. Wassup to Eve in Smallville. We still doing thangs. Talk with out-dated slang. Like we don't
care enough, 'mayne. Doing chores to pay for my Lamborghini doors, and machine gun turrets, to knock down Helicopter

birds. It's all good.

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Make the track commit suicide.
Then Resurrect the beat the beat.
Messin' with the Elite. Will turn you obselete.

We ain't here party. Just cause Ruckus. Headbuttin'. All you shuttin's. Gon' love it.



My mind does a 180...I'm grind house(ing) 80's, parodies. Black Dynamite attitude, for those cheating ladies.

and when I was young, I scribbled down my thoughts. My lyrics were an outlet, so I didn't, have to, use my fist.

But I now I see, vacancies, in the barricades behind Heaven's gates. My murder rate, keeps me from earning space. (what a waste)
Killing brain cells. Resurrecting old spells. Oh well! More zombies for God's apocalypse. Yell! and say our name.
Destroying a city like we're bane. Third Echelon weaponry, to wreck MCs. We are indefinitely, cripping bloods, and drowning Crips in blood. At the end, we give them all hugs. Now that's Mercy. Trouble on my mind like I'm plotting against Pusha T.

Push his wig back like I was trained by Golgo 13.

Wait, hurt me?... You couldn't hurt me, if you got the police to squeeze on me. I'll damage you from the inside and out,

like herpes, but you ain't worthy.

Keep it real? Dumb !@^%s feel nothing but raw deals, so they all porky pig, when nigs go make 'em squeal. I can't chill. So many people testin my patience. Layed down like planking, trying to get me to roll over, I'm waiting, for permission

to cross the line. Gimme a sign, like the Batman logo, so I can put a ho in choke hold. I'm bigger than Mogo, with a genesis
like domo. Whoa! Y'know. I make the crowd jump like a pogo, stick, bro.


Watch your mouth, or I'll cut your tongue. Like Oh Dae-su, you might sue, but I'll still rule, like that Solomon dude.
In fact, I'll still be @@#!y even when passed mach speed. My posse, is trigger happy taking over Dexter's Laboratory.


There's a story in this, but you'll have to google the references. I make, when I try to explain why I act this way.
Anti-Social. Kinda loco. [and] If you try to kill my mojo, I will one inch punch you in the throat.