eerrrrr MmmCcc Master Sn!per eerrrrr
Im that Sd albino Boss yeah The white rino crossed up with the Frost
I Turn bright light lost an burn up Like some exhaust fumes That I discharge
I hustal hard With some large mussles I'll leave you scared like some knuckles to your
dome cap this it an this that Mr Chris is pissed at rap Get that gear an crap for
combat now attack wow slugs Like some Flack come rippen through some thugs
flippen neck head an back As I check the dead stack I wreck an shred Up thease
tracks this it an this that Mr Chris will put a splat Paintball marker on your hat
Damn hows my aim doin I came in the game in to ruin this man i been pursuing
Im through with this I Git a clue in an on its a hit I've been rippen em up like a
shredder an sippin from my blender waiting for the Big better Contender how ever
I'll surrender when the nine millies are to my grill It's all fine so silly chille its
Ok im tall really I'm like a tree stuckin in the ground free with
a cup of greasy oil W T F shucks the soils sucks me up IM stuck
Like Jap in a finger trap I linger rap's Like I'M out slinging caps
I bring Just my mouth not a gat an I spit with an twist I'll hit so
pissed it'll rip your flesh an just flip out your fresh chest tell I
see bones poken so you betta take a rest cuz your throne is now
smokin wow this Is so provoken how a lyrical fight is soakin bloody
soldiers down like boulders Crushing Without sounds
