Cut Em Out (feat. Hemlock)

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RIP to my enemies i can't let em breath treat em like disease or tumor cuz i cut em out
All i see is discrepancies this ain't s'posed to be tell me what you see that's off and up and run it out

See a lot a fake fucks imma cut the snakes up, pull up with machete and i hunt em down
Sorry but your days up more than just your days fucked
Just look in the mirror you're a fuckin clown
You always hated the man cuz you've always been following all of his rules and his plan 
Get up and stand be a man f*ck a plan that ain't yours or you'll die just the same as you stand 
Never escapin your whole life was caged in 
And now there's no ink left to put on the page and existence is fading 
Your panicked and chasing the light not embracing the night and you're damned 

RIP to my enemies i can't let em breath treat em like disease or tumor cuz i cut em out
All i see is discrepancies this ain't s'posed to be 
Tell me what you see that's off and up and run it out

I'm high on acid, yeah i'm the neighborhood shaman i'm
Bombin beats like Bin Laden you'd think i'm from the middle east
Have a feast, turn a man to ash when i crank the heat it's surreal
How i shred a rapper like a mini wheat
A swift chop, will leave your fuckin jaw bone shattered
Six shots down it's no damn wonder that im plastered 
A sick bastard with a real bad reputation 
You don't wanna test my patience easy way to get a demonstration 
There's no medication, could save you from this devastation 
I make car tunes, and i ain't talkin no animation
I'm like the pope! except i ain't touching no children 
Just a villain who love to keep the blood spilling 
Rap game Dracula, with a sick twisted vernacular 
Fangs to your neck extracting blood like tarantulas 

RIP to my enemies i can't let em breath treat em like disease or tumor cuz i cut em out
All i see is discrepancies this ain't s'posed to be tell me what you see that's off and up and run it out

Bitch i'm broke as f*ck but i still say it proud
Bitch i might be broke don't get it twisted though still twisting loud to calm me down
All these motherfuckers hate to see me swim want me to drown
Hope they wasn't bettin though cuz bitch i'm coming for the crown
They could never take my shine
They could never steal my glow
Imma go and get what's mine
I just thought you oughta know
And i don't need your pity i don't want your motherfuckin help
Ridin through ya city gettin medicated by myself
Smokin on some fuego motherfucker think i'm Michael Phelps
Faced a wood went KO man my kush deserve a title belt 

RIP to my enemies i can't let em breath treat em like disease or tumor cuz i cut em out
All i see is discrepancies this ain't s'posed to be tell me what you see that's off and up and run it out

Cuz you can miss me with that bullshit i'm sick of hypocrites
So suck a dick and just admit that you are sweet as licorice 
I'll hahk and spit so talk your shit, just admit your counterfeit 
Reconsider who you're fuckin with its best you just submit
Cuz you gon witness, the motherfuckin mark of the beast Chomping and stomp on a beat
Got rappers stuck in my teeth
You'll feel the heat resonatin off the monster beneath 
The surface bringing Hell to Earth when i am stomping my feet

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