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Optique, LegaC, Tah Smith, Blazer, Zhien, STK..........Any Questions?
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I Dissipate Cot by immobilizing their caliber///
Devastate their devices is of my vice for laughter//
Because by then they wouldn’t know how to install it back together//
Even if they had omni-metric rulers//
To measure the system, they still wouldn’t get the prior mechanism, “process”///
Because Shootin’ To Kill is gonna bestow u Kats cancer, activated//
By our Merthiolate, that’s damagingly acidic//
Constitutin’ for u mirthful characters to be impeded
Because of our insipid//
Serum that discharge into ya, thus//
Antiseptics reach through ur whole functioning apparatus//
So when the procedure of developing death is done, don’t come yappin’ to us///
In ur spirit form & pronounce, that you were illustrious//
And sayin’, “ohh STK please don’t shoot to kill, // because Ur now so ill”//
We’d rather u project Ur machination//
To our documents//
of-spits, ‘cause we certainly lack alota-skill// “Ya right”
I colloq divine while you twaddle 2 other peeps that ya shoulda seen the signs//
Of ya future demise when ya met our bloodcurdling scarlet eyes//
V:2
It was an immense excruciating twinge wasn’t it? //
Our STK contrivances is combinations of perils of perdition projectiles that also act as syringes//
To inject in ya crimson fluid, while we remain lyrically affluent/ /(Merthiolate)
At construing axi0ms while ur in another dimension//
With the devil//
And diggin’ away @ ur own grave w/ the hell’s shovel//
En’ to those who have abhorrence//
We delighted becuz we know that u abnormal-whorez-that-don’t-rinse//
Ya dexterity, that’s why ya couldn’t get a goddess or hoe even if ya had “change” in descendents//(Inferior) & (cents) HOT SHIT
Ya skills have been non-existent//
Since the universe formed thus the quandary can only be only one equation//
Of the fact that u never subsisted because of the detestation//
That u conferred//
Ur resentfulness is absurd//
Because that’s gonna trigger me 2 be to be irate//
So my purpose is to gouge ya whole cadaver & disregard no trace //
But ya head & the rest of the body to decapitate//
So at least ya still gotcha cranium, now ain’t that great//
Because that’s betta then havin’ 66,000 peeps whoop ur ass & callin’ ya a fake//
The fusion of the shining serpents rhymes & dynamic techniques//
Now wasn’t my dialogue chic? ///
Got more aptitude then philosophical axioms of a Taoist //
Now I gotta proceed to disembowel indivs. on my compos-tic-grotesque list//
With last stanzas for this opera-tion//
No complication besides lyrical assailments//
I dash to ya in entrance of solidest//
And producing sketches of inferno//
And dodge all ya shots like solid snake but remain eternal//
Game fantasy?? Nope
Just analogies of authentic facts//
My resilient immune system eradicates viruses//
