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Watch me ravage Savage like an average bag of cabbage/
"Breaking buds" and drainin blood, he's gettin fucked faster than rabbits/
Making habits/ I shake'n'bake, then take & break these fake-MCs/
I'm hazardous to health, so watch yourself, "Help! Stealth! Get away-from-me!"/
Like "make-believe", you're in a world of fantasy and fiction/
Speak scripts with an encription, MC rippin, "stop from spittin"/
and watch me wreck the tragic status of my bitch "The Wack Asthmatic"/
Wreaking havoc, lungs with static, he hits inhalers like crack-addicts/
A double homocide/ Collide inside your brains and self-destruct/
You just climbed up the moutain top, now stop, watch Stealth-erupt/
I melt-you're fucked/ You duck when I buck back the bat/
Grab a gat and blast my verse/
You're wack/ just relax in last/ because i'm fast to snatch-up-first/
I cast-a-curse/ "Disperse this crew of two, they just can't stand-the-heat"/
I planned-a-feast/ Invite you over, then I stand and hand defeats/
The man-to-beat is me; please try again some other time/
In this scuffle, buff my muscles, as I muffle and smother lines/
I battled battles, and rattled, stampeded MCs like cattle/
I shed some light on the shadows of these tall-"tales" that you "tattle"/
Like "film", "expose" you and close you, so fucked up you can't "develop"/
Then you "shutter", try to mutter, get "wet" feet and quicky "gel"-up/
You chuckle till my knuckles buckle, cock-and-knock-you-out/
Asthmatic and Sam Savage! The whole board stops-to-watch-you-pout/
I drop-and-pop-ya snout, cop the bout & give reason-for-a-VITAL-title/
Two bodies hit the floor, blood pours/ gore/ Stealth- the demon-homocidal: DIE-FOOLS!/
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