Yo the expectations awaiting//
going to war, better ready your rations//
leaving gun shot wounds, fuck abrasions//
think about who you facing, poison weed lacing//
and beleive me you dont want to be a adjacent//
Killin anyone fuck race//
and any rapper thats a disgrace//
is gettin his face erased from this place//
no ones safe, from my verbal mace//
spray you in the face till you cant stand straight//
till your carried away in a case, cus you didnt reply in haste//
Im feeble minded, wit no spine//
no heart and no sign//
of life in my expressions//
but i see the grim reaper in my reflection//
I seem morbid and sick//
killin rappers, wit clicks//
and clacks of gats//
macks and bats//
suicide attacks/
Your unadmissable, meaning not qualified//
to face me, cus thats str8 homocide//
My flow is vitiating, lyrics are unhealthly//
im too hot, at least 10 yrs b4 they shelf me//
my mother and father used to belt me//
didnt help me, but instead it dealt me//
my own hand of cards, slicin throats wit glass shards//
im in charge, flow is enlarged//
while yall stay underneath the scope//
while your mothers hangin from a rope, prayin not to choke//
so i slice her wrists and pack them up wit dope//
so when she dies theyll rule suicide, homocide, and overdose of coke//
no one will suspect me the suspect//
im really just a victim of success//
life sucks, <~~~~ fuck this//
jumped from subject to subject but a good use of words none the less
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