I creep on scenes with beams, don't sleep cause I got demon dreams/
wake up gleamin wit sweat sheens, flashbacks of combat like a muthafuckin marine//
My serrated knives claim lives, thrusted deep like Olympic high dives/
leave battered golddiggers in my wake if they tryin' to get 'mines'//
I go out of state and connect wit mad number runs/
I'm continental, travel great lengths to collect my number ones//
Stop lives like red lights when you enter into my district/
Ya'll smoke too much weed, when I read ya lines, it shows you're Bisquicked//
I got lots of tricks, but ain't pretendin to be no silly rabbit/
my 'lines' get you hooked, like an addict with a serious crack habit//
some heads say my lines are all but pre-writtens/
Hell, all I can say is, at least they ain't pre-bitten//
I have originality in my formalities,best to bring your best mortalities/
'cause IllIce like to freeze heads before performing mental fatalities//
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