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ITS ETERNAL
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Eternal
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Yo im about to show this ninja he’s been gay,
Hurtle your “turtles” in gurgles, and “splinter your sense”,
Spit “cocky” raps like we should praise his “dick” (has a song about his dick),
But we all know ninja dike couldn’t even “lay” a brick,
So saying shit, like your wack man,
You about to get attacked and smacked and dumped in a trashcan,
“Rap” this towel round your head worse then an afghan,
You should quit rapping, or loose that ascent,
Leave your head bashed in, when you tried scrapping,
Like “mommy and daddy I think I need a cat scan”,
I wish I owned a hoe, who obeyed a remote control,
Who knows her role; washes dishes and folds my clothes,
Keep her doing work, fuck that cupid jerk,
And that’s what I think about your rap “woman’s worth”
Im gutting your rhyme with knives and im fucking you lines,
I got “comebacks” now watch me bust a “nut on your spine”
You couldn’t find a rhyme even if you’re staring right at it,
You couldn’t even make a “track” with a Heroin addict,
Embedding this faggot in the ground when im spitting at it,
Ill leaves this ninja crouching like the tigers hidden dragon,
You couldn’t even try to begin to fuck with this,
Im just trying to rhyme when this guys sucking dick,
The flowing flame, is potent like the dro in my veins,
My “shits fly” like I pinched a fuckin loaf on a plane,
I spit for “booty”, so I hock “cannonballs”
And “chop” your ass to grass with the disadvantage dog,
Ill damage ya’ll, when I battle ya,
Cock the caliber, hock till you drop then I chop with Excalibur,
Im the white bison, you running threw the mix clueless,
It’s like Ninja’s Mic Tyson, but im Lennox Louise,
You wouldn’t “blow up” even if you were strapped with C4,
I choke slam your whole karate class’s threw 3 floors,
You nothing but a dumb rapper, ill comes smack yah shit,
Fudge packing faggot, we know your after dick,
Attracting motherfuckers with the flairs im spitting,
You wouldn’t have a “fan” if the stage was air conditioned,
I drop the thunder and slice with lightning,
This motherfuckers “biting” more people then mike Tyson,
Im sent to finish him, on Eminem web,
For misjudging me, I aint no motherfuckin “minute man” kid
My lyrics are rancid, and I like to smoke,
And you got the fuckin nerve to say MY life’s a joke?
You sound like a forty year old drunk who fucks his son
And sucks his cum until he says “Enough im done”,
Posting you wack shit and expecting feedback,
These boards don’t need that, so take a seat fag,
Im only 16 years old and I can still beat cats
And ima still penetrate your moms sweet ass, you a street rat,
You won’t be “stepping” if I put a gat to your kneecap,
People in the first row leave the set with a heat rash,
You prolly walking around like wiggers in a hoody,
But my shrinkage is fucking 3 times bigger then your woody,
When my punch lines hit your heads gone,
Some of my “sheets” are soft, but you know im never slept on
I know about you all ninjas, what u think im dumb slut?
You bitches get bum fucked, with yah nun chucks,
Listen to the rap you tell whose rhyming tighter,
Leave you and Clint Eastwood “In my Lines of Fire”,
Ill shred you up; lock u up in metal handcuffs,
You’re “lines” “blow” more then the devils dandruff,
One on one, uhhh u can use karate fag,
Ill use a shotty, well see who leaves in a body bag,
I got my scope “cross” on you like a crucifix,
I just won you stupid bitch, but ima stop before I ruin it
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