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let me..start hoppin on this track, kill a cat, leave it at that, come back, rip a gat, eliminate the wack/
got his back for my man killa back, neva dat, yo who got da betta gat is da mo cleva cat,
got da album's whole cheddars stacked, go dead a rat, kill him fast, blast a mack, feed a couple in his asscrack/
you could slack back or just end up in a black sack, split or crack crack, put da mack against ur backpack/
thas word, thas fact...all u herbs get slapped, all ur words get tapped, all ur verbs get snatched/
quicker, faster than these colorcoated rappers/ they always say i get more bitches than a dogcatcher/
anyone who grab the mic after me get booed, cause u fukin with the ruckus the human rubix cube
you put urself in a predicament from u to ur crew cause niggas jumpin think they always got something prove/
there's nothing for you, cause i got nothing to lose/ i got nothing for you but nothing but an excuse/
about cuttin him some slack or just cutting him loose/ but thass the fun in life, to fuk him after a truce/
i say neva dat, niggas wack, head to trigger bigger stacks/
but to kill a clever cat, u need a betta betta gat/
after that, the skills of helen keller's crap/
vision of a cellarbat with the sounds of sellin crack/
bouncewitme, i present the use of elements/
metaphine and ketamine, u fukin wit the veteran
bouncewitme, betta watch out for my severin/
anyman who walks the plank, i offer him a beverage/
bouncewitme, u betta bounce to ur knees/
pray for an ounce of steize, or a mouthful of plead/
bouncewitme, im gettin more play than broadway/
its how its meant to be, we'll always have it our way//
checkitout, im wreckin now, we almost there, we up to neck and neck now/
bones breakin now, wipin all em out, now im checkin out, dicks are taken out/
fakin out, think they makin out, always stupid technicals/
but ill break em right down to miniscule microspecticals/
who the killa cals, who they killin now, wut the hel is going down/
who be feelin ya reelin ya down, feels like u hit the numbers right, ur a millionaire now/
a new motion picture, written on mah sins/
nigas swiftly out, "they be gone with the wind."
comin soon to a theatre near u, its official
hit ur mind so quick, ull feel it in ur body tissues/
take da henessey,break it on my enemies, changin up projectory, check/check/checkmatin me,
ruckus wreckin rakin leaves, real wreckin balancin, battle sins and ecstasy testin true trajectory
wuts the cost of testin me, its like puttin hiphop at stake/ the truth behind a battle is not to shake/
i got to stay on top of these little men, i got a riddle-man wit da middle finger and hitem wit a fiddle till he
squealin like a kettle man, splittin up its imminent, feelin like the middle man,
holdup, holdup, ruckus spits wickedy sick, who be sicker than this... injectin kids wit da syphillis shit
stayup, chinup...chickachicka jigs up...joints over...wicky wicky wicky wakeup....waitup
this guy can't be serious...every single word he spits to me just makes me so delirous
i cant take it nemore, this nigga makes me so curious...till the point it makes me so fukin furious
hes so fukin nice, im bein fukin serious...fukin up my head...im fukin now the blurriest
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