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Lyrically I slaughter Cel-C-Us until all I see is smoke/
You ride stealth nuts so much you dont talk you choke/
Out rhymes while Epidemic Climbs the charts/
After this only weight youll push is your clothes in shopping carts/
Battered and brusied with a style you call rap missused/
I fused my rhymes clicking like jet black nines/
which burst like spines/
when bullets exhale like breaths of lost times/
Cel your name forgot like a junkie high of pot/
Cel-C-Us beat to the dust/
Your rhymes rust like robots in the rain/
Pleasure and pain watch is your blood leaks down the drain/
Insane lecture from a madman cannaibal Dr Hannibal Lector/
Check your sector for Epidemic/
Rhymes spread into Cel soul like a Pandemic/
Unleashed like acid in your eyelids/
Shut you down clown like the hunta virus/
Watch as your soul burns from the dark side of my iris/
Your essence scatters like Siris leaves/
You steal your rhymes from Cat in the hat books like crooks and theives/
You rapping is one of my pet peeves that means I hate to hear it/
Once I extinguish your style Ill Digest your spirt/
And consume all that you contemplate/
Then back to my hole in the street as I laugh at your defeat/
Under Concreate pull the grate the lyrical rape is complete......
Epidemic
You ride stealth nuts so much you dont talk you choke/
Out rhymes while Epidemic Climbs the charts/
After this only weight youll push is your clothes in shopping carts/
Battered and brusied with a style you call rap missused/
I fused my rhymes clicking like jet black nines/
which burst like spines/
when bullets exhale like breaths of lost times/
Cel your name forgot like a junkie high of pot/
Cel-C-Us beat to the dust/
Your rhymes rust like robots in the rain/
Pleasure and pain watch is your blood leaks down the drain/
Insane lecture from a madman cannaibal Dr Hannibal Lector/
Check your sector for Epidemic/
Rhymes spread into Cel soul like a Pandemic/
Unleashed like acid in your eyelids/
Shut you down clown like the hunta virus/
Watch as your soul burns from the dark side of my iris/
Your essence scatters like Siris leaves/
You steal your rhymes from Cat in the hat books like crooks and theives/
You rapping is one of my pet peeves that means I hate to hear it/
Once I extinguish your style Ill Digest your spirt/
And consume all that you contemplate/
Then back to my hole in the street as I laugh at your defeat/
Under Concreate pull the grate the lyrical rape is complete......
Epidemic