Текст песни
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ripping you to shitzo
get you on your tiptoes
I'm a drama dropper stomping all up in your zipcode
schizophrenic your panniced running from my epilogue
rap is like an insect crushed that I be steppin on
lethal weapon armed deafen all y'all heads
up to the point of where your nervous smoking pall mall grits
I'm coming at ya busting at ya like a sawed off bit
you feel the horror of the slaughter
then your halued off wrecked
I'm breaking all y'all necks in half flex
know the mathmatic formulas of fury
hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dwellar
never goin gold
nigga better phone home
tell them mail a chrome tombstone
head up on a pedastal
a medical attention couldnt ever make it better from the metaphor of lynching
now get up out the kitchen before you burn from the diction
with your head up in this bitch until you learn with conviction
I'm addicted to inflicting you with your self-doubt
sticking the key to the ignition and I blow men down
facillities belittle mc's
we killen 'em
squeeze the mental trigger when i enter
spittin venom with ease
bring it
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faster than a speeding bullet power of a BART train
naturally the coolest when I'm rolling with my thought train
fill me up with octane
mentally are my brains coming down the chimeny slipping gifts up in your stocking
I came to win not just to play because I got game
niggas playing hard and can't identify with my pain
clean the hemoglobin off your sweater after I stain
fit condition lyracisim like jack lalanne
my main point is to show you i'm the jizoint
rappers never captitvate i d rather hear a pig oink
pin point precision impairin yalls vision
a lyrical wizzical microphone magician
pull a rabit out a hat and send him back to his habitat