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Whats up to everyone I just recently got out of the pen from doing a year after I got snitched on. I just wanna say whats up to Lynch,X,an all the other artists on here and to everyone else peace.
I leave families with tragides when fools badger me/ Bustas know that I speak negativly/ Have haters spittin when my words are written/ And spoken have ya choken when the S starts provokin/ I lay to rest the few that try to come harsh/ Dismembered bodies fill up my marsh/ Mutilated mentality evil speakin madmen leave ya layin on tarps which we throw in the trash can/ With the rest of my victimes wishin I never reached this postion/ Unfrogiven Hittin rhymes whie I put you foes into submission/ With me in the game it just got dangerous/ I bust lyrics like bullets from a nine/ Rip through ya skin unload my ammo on pigs tryin to take mine/ The newest Lyrical Assassin to slice the track/ like an artery during surgery after ya heart attack/ Because after ya hear me ya had a shortness of breath/ The best there is greetin Mc's with lyrics of death/ I'll upset any one who touches the mic/ Have ya lookin suprised like when ya found out ya girl was a dyke/ I dont sound like no one/And you won't see me because ya won't know where I come from/ Diffrent angles could be 45 or 90 in a curve or even angle just hope we never tangle/ Because the first time ya rhyme I'll rip your vocal cords out and let em dangle/ I strangle those who would asurp my throne/ The messiah of rap has come to bring it on/ Iam the storm after the calm/ Have ya droppin a palm at my feet/I speak the real while your lips drip decet/ And I slit the track like a girls skirt up the side/
I leave families with tragides when fools badger me/ Bustas know that I speak negativly/ Have haters spittin when my words are written/ And spoken have ya choken when the S starts provokin/ I lay to rest the few that try to come harsh/ Dismembered bodies fill up my marsh/ Mutilated mentality evil speakin madmen leave ya layin on tarps which we throw in the trash can/ With the rest of my victimes wishin I never reached this postion/ Unfrogiven Hittin rhymes whie I put you foes into submission/ With me in the game it just got dangerous/ I bust lyrics like bullets from a nine/ Rip through ya skin unload my ammo on pigs tryin to take mine/ The newest Lyrical Assassin to slice the track/ like an artery during surgery after ya heart attack/ Because after ya hear me ya had a shortness of breath/ The best there is greetin Mc's with lyrics of death/ I'll upset any one who touches the mic/ Have ya lookin suprised like when ya found out ya girl was a dyke/ I dont sound like no one/And you won't see me because ya won't know where I come from/ Diffrent angles could be 45 or 90 in a curve or even angle just hope we never tangle/ Because the first time ya rhyme I'll rip your vocal cords out and let em dangle/ I strangle those who would asurp my throne/ The messiah of rap has come to bring it on/ Iam the storm after the calm/ Have ya droppin a palm at my feet/I speak the real while your lips drip decet/ And I slit the track like a girls skirt up the side/
