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of all the things I'll miss when 
I'm laid to rest by this deranged person

And I said, please Mr. Bundy don't murder me
He grabbed his knife then he

the girls that i ever met i just swiped left
And I'll write to my death just To see upset you can get and I'll grab the Axe if your lyrics
Ain't stating facts

Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes

Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or reap

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

Yeah I'm a prick - Glad you acknowledge it
Dahmer just toys with his food before scoffin' it
Or am I bundy?
You'll either be chained in my basement

a saint 
And that's facts, wonder where I'm at 
Sitting in the studio, tryna get the plaques
By showing how I feel, and writing down lyrics 
Although I'm in

yea
Man this shit is from the heart Yea we going far

Put it on daughtes yo Sity is savage
Group all my lyrics and ship it in packages
This is some shit

quit it when y'all call yourselves legit
When y'all haters wanted to slit
Other people's throats worse than Ted Bundy did before
When they wanted to spit

a douche for ya ******
Hell I even made Kid Bundy just so I won't be Ted Bundy
cnd run around chopping thots up every week starting Sunday
Just because

simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta,

my demons when I speak them in lyrics
Smoke meth ain't embarrassed
Bitch I'm not parents
I'll tweak til I'm toothless
So broke that I'm roofless
My

sniffed till I'm wired
I'm just saying how I feel cause
This shit got me tired
I'm exhausted, by my street hustle
But it costed
Death that grew around in my

Lyrics

Skepta

Konnichiwa

2016

calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics

Yo I'm to mics what Ted Bundy was
Buddy what, a chubby fuck slicing and dicing just like a tummy tuck
Yo I'm to mics what Ted Bundy was
Buddy what,

Doin mental algorithms I've been doin math
1 + 2 equals 3 pop 3 fuckin tabs
Hacksaw your head like Bundy might need a graph
Serial instinct Jason

what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…

[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up

Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll

La Schmoove

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like

calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics

turns us from boys to men
Stay focused on your focus don’t give your all to men
Cuz I’ve seen women get destroyed by men
Dam my little lyric, But you're

that
Straight lit
Like a candlestick
Made goals w my soul
That’ll break the spirit (light)
Formulated the flow
Then I make the lyrics (right)
Fornicated

room, lyric room, lyric room, lyric room
All those seedy CDs that you weren't allowed to listen to
I guess I'll be here by myself, here all by my lonely

to super scars
Know we all here to fight that war
Even when we all beaten and sore
By using lyrics, by using lyrics as our swords
By using lyrics, by using

shit I can't get out of
Why am I liking it so much then?
I find myself unable to do shit
It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits
Meanwhile I'll be

private
Y'all niggas got it
Y'all don't get it
Whatever they selling
I don't buy it
Wanna be thugs
2Pac clones
I'm more wallace 
I built this 
Brick by