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I'm sickly, flow quarantined by the cdc Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a ddt Beat street remo, spittin on your name Rhymes travel under ground like it's written on a train My position in the game top dog, rock hard Fuck with everybody in your hood just not y'all Basic, live broadcast from the er We are talk of the town without the pr Savagely attack this rap master craftsman Pack em in twisted on the floor like a backspin After him, y'all will have to deal with the son on deck One of the best that hasn't done it yet Killer b, choppin up the track like a dealer be Professor x couldn't test my ability I cave the motherfucking roof like heavy snow Act like I told ya before, y'all already know Savagely attack, savagely attack Savagely attack, savagely attack Es raps, I wrote this in a gs lex To get that 90's vibe My melody, high and low fidelity darts My whole team, 7 dirty like when jeopardy starts I can't call it unless we call my style diabolic I'm a writeaholic, I drink ink till I vomit I think I'm catatonic, in sync all these rappers wanted I'm a czar of the czar bars, cut you like a schimitar Wichita state, x men I'll execute you, You a dead man, god willing I'm not villain getting top billing, with my squad chillin Blood on the tracks like bob dylan, die like a mob killin We already know the ropes We be steppin over ropes It's andre the giant looking down at you local folks Okie dokie, motorized vocals, yeah I practice Raise on a tape the same color as galacturs Look out, attack like a nigga on bath salts Eat his face off, leave his body on ashpalt Rampant, run throuh your town on attack mode Savagely leave em broomsticked in the asshole Cobra clutch, throw a mask on and go in, go in I'm a terror, a new era Walk around with 2 bats like I'm yougi bear Rocking robes, it's a trench ...will have you ducking under the bench The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of the mutilation Brign you closer to god in a tight situation Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation I'm ruthless, my technique is chinese torture No iv's hanging out your veing to support you Everybody's talking about how the ghost caught you Have a 5 year old kill your ass for a quarter
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