LyriCCs...

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Nov 14, 2002
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Been goin' through a lot recently, and I just feel like spittin' a lot right now. Holla bacc with some criticism.

Spittin' words to ya brain, until ya hurtin' in pain //
Came in with a heart that's brave and perverted the game //
God encouraged my fame, sent down from above to cause for Jesus' resurrection //
Turn devilish, take the mic in hand and use evil to wrecc it //
My mind's defective from consuming liquor when in the womb //
No emcee is siccer than me, wreccin' the scene from dusk to high noon //
I might die soon, but until then I'll continue to rhyme non-stop //
Cocc gloccs when I walk bloccs, leave my opponents chalked off //
Top spot? Claimed it the second I was conceived //
Retrieved a fatal disease the first time I attempted to breathe //
The deadliest of human beings, ain't concerned with anyone's safety but my own //
And you can tell I ain't "Never Scared" by the way I'm "crushin' yo bones" //
I'm bustin' on zones, enemy area codes get froze when I spit off the top o' my dome //
Like an oxy-moron I'll spit flames to leave your exo-skeleton cold //
Cause verbal massacres, hurt ma'ams and sirs, no remorse afterwards //
Write in the speed of light, slow up and wait 'cuz I spit faster words //
Damage the earth, rip bars siccer than SARS to leave dudes emotionally scarred //
Slash chests in different sections and parts, Jeffrey Dahmer looks like a saint when my massacre starts //
Rippin' out hearts, I'm heartless so I'ma borrow yours from your carcass //
619's hardest artist, make you watch as I piss on the graves of yo dearly departed //
Heaven-sent yet inflict sins regardless, I'ma an all put atheist //
Spit brimstones to cave in dudes craniums, spit so much heat you'd think I was a satanist //
A lyrical tryanic rapist, dangerous on the mic, I'm as raw as cave men //
You men rape men, claimin' you save them, leave all you fags layin' dead //
Wacc emcee slayin' 'til death, continue to prove my siccness through haunting illusions //
No mater where I dwell, heaven or hell, I'ma continue to make sicc music //

A quicc 26 bars...you might've heard a lil' bit of it from me before, I was just diggin' in my head.