Fire/Brimstone
Freshly Made Ghosts
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Our skills don't match like two pills on sills I send chills down your spine when I rhyme You deliver ailments to cochleas - ain't that a crime Do I feel ya? Nah, time to dodge bombs - varying assault weapons This is the killer inn. Fatal run-in, game's over - get the hint Do you think I'll stop slaughterin? Nah Afterlife, I'll see you then - botch this not Words guided like bows and ICBM's - measured in metric tons Ain't slow to spit though, just prefer flows mimicking golden oceans I'm explosive, God given, a divine saint Heaven sent - call it what you think But regardless know greatness when you see it This mumblin ape shit, ain't shit A fad, far fetched, stretched out - past its sell by date These dates been ripened, old fruit How you bitches feel now you done been raped
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