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Ha ha, yeah, P!
What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here
Listen, P!
It go beast mode, I live by the street code
I beat foes the fuck up when
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.

Relent
I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone
Was raised by the radio in a broken home
I've got a broken smile an arrogant line
I'm really
the hot blood flowing

Excitement and thrills
Will put off the ills
Radical frills
Docility pills
New wave, splash in the pan
Real music by dildo dan
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
With my own
you n in a minute I'm a veer
Left.
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near
Death.
I'm sorry but I mean
kissin' n fuckin' you n in a minute I'm a veer left
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near death
I'm
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
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From the motherfucking (?) 
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 
It's the realist 
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed

1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
to five, got a truck full of chicks
Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the knicks
Oak dog, later on because they live in the bricks
Jumped
a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine 
On a vision quest but my breathe is on 
Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad