I was bored...felt like spitting
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How can you manage a savage doing permanent damage.
To average amateur rappers who haven’t gathered the.
Magic of satanic spiritual rituals, Hit you all.
With habitual lyrical minerals Bringing satirical ridicule.
To every individual in my visual. It would miracle.
For you to equal a set of my rhyme. As I delete delicate minds.
They ain’t developed any intricate relevant lines.
They they can tell as yet, Half of em claiming intelligence.
Can’t even spell it yet. My eloquent malevolence got me severing.
Skeletons, its evident these melon heads get love less.
Coz I come with eczema cream for everyone of you ruffnecks.
Mc’s are pissed when I battle.
Cause bodies hit the floor like fallin ceilings in the Sistine chapel.
Never trust a bitch since adam bit eve’s apple.
I love you, nah blud that’s just a chicks weak babble.
Keep me rattled, and I’m aiming to burn you.
Cause I’ll run thru tornados just to prove I move in dangerous circles.
Mc’s I’m owning most, One flow will leave em comatose.
Considering an overdose, So for those foes who don’t think Showing folks.
Step up cause I’ll get bad till your bones are broke.
And that your only hope, so don’t ever be talking the beef.
if home is where the heart is your organs gon’ be walking the streets.
Torturing geeks, No one in your hood as ill as me.
Fuck guns, Roll thru your neck of the woods with guillotines.
Deliberately making you bow down and kiss my feet.
You talk the talk but It’s a fact that all your talk is cheap.
So fronting like you got a queen under your arm is boring.
Coz everyone knows your chick is easy like Sunday morning
Plus your gay anyway, You just explained in your verse.
Cause every time be you spitting its in Lay-men terms.
You better start praying worse before the pain is felt.
Most of you mc’s full of shit and you barely contain yourself.
