| The serial chill for real we ill like Bundy
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| Sling skills like guns, we done real g’s like money
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| Some feel like, once these techniques extinguish mist
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| The meaners with fiendish better seamers and beamers and dreamers
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| The extremist, lungs spilla', spun rilla' killa' manilla
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| Packages full, we peel a cabbages a bull
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| Shit performers, with devillish cleverish attitudes
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| Lyrics severed by latitude, chatter, I ain’t mad at you
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| Vital organs are more than distorted in the heat of battle
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| Delete, get rattled when have you saddle my speakers saddle
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| Tattle, my clan seems sanguine in nature
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| Bust scams, like major crime figures in Asia
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| Oratator exterminator fader eliminator
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| Imitators will? |
| neek? |
| em like they out assimilators
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| They innovate the evenin' news, crews be leavin' clues like jews
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| Two lyrical too-toos are bleedin' fools
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| Like eyes ease at a, copy-katter, sloppy matter of fact
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| These raps react like max of body rappers
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| You got me at the line, remember my rhyme like nine million times
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| Kills, like droppin' they mine fields
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| The sorta top hits like water droplets the faces pop shit
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| Ya place is six feet underground, topped, with cases
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| Of daffodils, raps’ll kill with no remorse he tossed
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| Phonys lost the force of E-T, morse, the beat lost
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| Wield the steel like excalibur
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| Silence ya, all your ears yo hey
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| Next challenger
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| Check each technique, it’s deeper than the first
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| My? |
| linnes? |
| from the girth run sweeter
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| When you rehearse son, even if you birth one
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| Weapons melt in my path, my wrath is felt in ya ass
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| Like blast felt in ya back, it’s bloody buddy
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| Hey, what are ya boys down to
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| Is this never endless, this bitch ass metaphor
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| I kissed this world syanora I’m tryin horror
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| With medicine lyin' after hour I jettison yo |