Ima here rocking & chilling. Wicked shit spitted. Out witted. Crazed & demented no intent what i mean. Nothing seems only a dream. Ass ream. Ain't part of a team. Cut down ya spleen. Gullotine. You ain't seen pistol beam. Speaking with that wicked shit. You can't fuck with so don't try your luck with. & i'm repping with the hatchet. Looking for & waiting for that wicked down curvy white lette to me come around. I leave motherfuckers under the ground. Watch as i chop & split it. Flip it in any style i spit it. My shit is more then ill. What you feel. On the kill. Leave you dirt rot gun cock for the pussy pop. It don't stop wicked shit i rock. Keep it locked. Hatchet repping. Get the stepping. Mish mash moshing. Glocking. Ending ya shit talking. Bodies chalked in not soften. Leaving you in a coffin. Word spoken necks choking. I leave this rap game choked up in a hold up. With no air to breath lung clagging damaging brain mishappenings. Wit no ends of recieving. Fuck ya relieving. You ain't seeing. What i'm bringing. Don't be thinking. Ain't no thang. Pumping with shit thats jumping. I'm stomping. End off endeavors that's never better. Off at the meter with a heater. Louder blowing through speakers to beat up reach up. To get themselves in need up. get they shit weight up. More then a mass of an actual task beaten bruised battered then an onion ringed ass. That's never to last for the cess suc. Not to give a fuck duck what pancaking butts. Tucked running luck. More then loose game winning. All inside head spinning. Spitting of everything that's written. Not getting you shitting. Ain't no telling kidding. Suspecting subjecting no testing suggesting guessing. It's all fitting context murdering rise for the bludgeoning. Let sodomy you don't see & it goes on straight 4 4ing to yo chrome. Thats whats shown fuck around & get ya dome blown no assume ya doom kaboom.
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