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But I fucked them all and popped their cherries/
They'd rather go for the big bird than ya little canary/
Fuck wings.. I lay cats out 'til their blood like mary/
Sick sematics leave em severed severely/
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Carving an 's' and ya chest, my 'hands' 'cuff' left breasts/
Put all of u motha fuckas on 'cardiac arrest'/
Bullets tear through vests 'til u look like what u digest/
Cut into more 'pieces' than cops at hippy protests/ (peace)
Grotesque and weak.. u couldn't burn ice on the 'hot seat'/
It ain't cuz ur a cheat, it's cuz ya 'back' ain't 'packin' no heat/
Feet meeting cleats to help ya greet the streets/
Ur lines are just like tricks without the treats/
Admit defeat.. ya wanna 'rock' so I whoop ya with glove-fulls/
Fucked up so bad they have to scoop ya with shovels/
Trouble spreads and imbeds dread in ya head/
If my lines are 'bull' then ya screaming ' my 'shit' must be 'read'!! '/ (red)
Gravy and bread...on thanksgiven, I ate ya turkey and smiled grimly/
On christmas I stole ya presents and shit down ya chimney/
On hallowe'en ya fat ass had twinkies earning-in-stashes/
And the 'Cream' must of 'ate' ya cuz I got u burning-to-ashes/
Ya 'tracks' turning-to-crashes...newbs screaming 'one mic' but I can't stand that old linger/
I fuck y'all with one fist and one hand when I only need the one finger/
I deliver choke holds that force ya to stop ya speech/
My slugs hit so fast they make machine guns obsolete...
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