yo what up motha fucka, whats the latest in styles when "It" comes 2 rapping
>mof is the whackest hitler next 2 "slapping".. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..<
hearing all kinds of sequences but no 1 adds up 2 this poltergeist effect of fucken clapping and cracking, cuz i fucken spit demented, and not giving a fuck about what you think, paste yer link but why its diseased .. ..
coming from dwellings of incarserated minds, and so in salatude that i diminish all thought then make "It" sink, so fuck you, you stupid bitch, you fucken hater, you fucken snitch, you soft like weak imperealism .. .. .. .. ..
get the fuck out my face as i infest you with bacterealism .. .. ..
deep beneath crevases of you clinched, your stiched .. .. .. .. ..
your throat gets torqued and renched violently, discriminating my echo will be fatal, twist a "jago", twisted flows of unknown gangsta mentality balanced cratols-when i first heard you, i thought you were good but musta been smoking prolethium, even if mof, was inchanted with immortality like the god promethius, this cat wouldent son me, hes not an idiom .. .. .. ..
she still wouldent cast an ice spell in celsious, you stupid fucken nazi ..
get the fuck outta my kingdom, you german trash outcast cant unleashingthis
cuz i have a thesis explaining how this female mumbles, as i be creesin "It"
wont understand 1 single rhymescene from this 50 cent groupy..
so now they seeking "It", peeping "It" .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
in ya title you say "be myself and stay myself" which means you a bitch
struggling with p.m.s. cuz yer location is p.d.m. which stands for, perminutly destroyed mof, cuz you lack boss mentality, get tossed up, easier than salads
erase all ya balads then fatality, I guess now you repping dynasty soldiers
but why, yer just ugly, well you have 1 true point about this cuz you do die nasty, dip my cock in paint, and knock you out unconcious, while leaving a fat ass mushroom print inbedded on ya cheek graphicly .. .. .. .. ..
i`ve been majalating on what the fuck to spit for a hook to mof
but i found out that life doesnt fucken matter .. .. .. .
so fuck you and fuck the whole stupid world, coming up disecting brain colums till they splatter, coming up to the end of my verse and i dont regret 1 motha fucken "Thing", Just remember while life goes easy for a while that im just around the corner to ruin your blings .. .. .. .. .. ..
cuz you better not floss in front of me, toss necks in front of me ..
run yer own domain like a boss in front of me .. .. .. .. .
cuz i`ll break them down faster than a grusome autopsy ..
crush them down, show them the master blaster mob-scene ..
stick them in solvents for life, fuck yer cemented and conjested ..
like when auto parts fail and cling, So get the bling-bling ..
as i melt you then sling remains untill fallen collapsed dreams ..
shoot you in the spine with laser persijin scoped high beams ..
fuck your skeems, they crumble, just like your gay flow .. ..
yur a hoe, and you just lost this audio battle so join regime ..