Friday, January 14, 2011

4-4 Flow Slaughtering Murderer

I'll write a rhyme & spit it. Say it was dopest. To get a can of soda fix. Smashing chicks with a 9 inch. Thats a wreckage ridding of garbage. I'm the sharpest. Add on the finest. Making with the the wickedest. What the fuck is a symbol. Kick the simplist grittiest. You can't handle light yo hand with a candle. Have you burning during your recital. I'm critical battle fuck battling I'm chain sawing rattling. Throwing you all off. With types of protocols & chimicals. Dangerous hack hacking hazardous. Fuck the wiz. Sometimes rap ain't nothing but straight hit or miss. Cataniminous strangling necks. Choke 'em & dispose 'em. Hell i send them. Finish 'em off. Toss ain't a boss but fuck the glitz i blitz. Ain't shit freestyle i wreck off shoot techs. I'ma mess step up with the handle pump. Leave you in a slump. No i don't flex hold up. I'm getting a text. From a woman. Off opposite sex. Writing off checks. Dumping niggs off decks. Diamond in the rough. Ya'll ain't hardcore or buff. New kids on the block. The right stuff. You just bluff. Blah blah blah. I'm like razzy fi fi fo fum. Some are dum diddy dum & can't cum. Horror is of more i am. Quite frankly i don't give a dayum. Staying wicked perfecting this music. Juggalo is my fam & my life. Juggalo holocaust. Man they must be really lost. We ain't a gang. & sure don't bang. Heha if ya want. & we will have to. Cause thats called getting a way around life. From all people that despite. I'm nice wreckerkris writing wicked murdering spitting shit. Don't fuck around less you wanna fight & have ya panties to tight. My shit is right you have no light. & you ain't bright. Smacking off on 2 dikes ripping off on mics. That's out of sight. Heha yea wreckerkris wrecking this i'm the shit & you know it. I dispose no qoute it. Juggalo yea thats what i am what i be. & you don't know me. So stay back the fuck off me bitch wooo yea juggaluggalo. Putting it down for all juggalo fam represent. You can't get in what i invent content. Dispute leave ya ass mute. Heha yea thats me thats me wreckerkris busting shit wrecking shit for the 1-0 ya know. Word to the fucking 4-4 oooo ah oh so. Hit up with what you never brought up murdering product i conduct sawed off. I murder in a mass with no contrast back mask with no task. Bring 'em up raise 'em down. Where they won't be found out of sound. Leave 'em under the ground. & i make for the pound. I'm thirsty & you ain't worthy & recognition up to be. Like this wicked fine jersey g.

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