my style is inconceivable the reason for ur death ur feeble attempts makes me want to stab ur flesh take that first step, slice ur neck and then i fled call nine-one-one, cuz i left your head for the feds to figure out, that im the biggest terror intellect my lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats, get on point, my venom is in the water ur drinkin thats why your manhood is burning when your pissin dismiss the fiction the fact is u should listen to this, i have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids dont give 2 sh*ts u spit like a b*tch with 2 d*cks under her clit i rip the mic ur shocked from my inmeasurable strikes i murder you twice, ur physical and ur spiritual life
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 01:15:11 +0000