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Anthony Molinari
Anthony Molinari
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C. Lance
C. Lance
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P.F. Cuttin
P.F. Cuttin
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Yo listen I'm spittin undisputed truth for ya My pen spit like a hot .22 through ya Only tellin you one time nicely so tread lightly Lyrically blowin your face off like Walter White G And I can't be stopped Flow so lethal like I'm rippin through the vest of a cop You get dropped Victor Crowley Hatchet like a blast from the ratchet you get chopped And tossed til you six feet deep Sinkin screamin when I throw cement blocks on your feet you get beat Like a runner up you can't compete You not as nice on the beat though, you know my steelo Stay collectin rings like a Lakers three peat yo Y'all mothafuckas sicken me addicted to sippin on lean habitually Them opiates be fuckin with you subliminally like Suicidal Tendencies On my Swave shit, six million ways to die you chose me I'm undisputed in the booth like execution with truth Mothafuckas is playin like I ain't down to shoot Violence for a reason, artificial breathin Leavin suckas with holes in they heads when the trigger squeezin Flood the block with bloated bodies like a tsunami With the Metal Gear I'm solid killin snakes like Konami We could set it off I suggest you enlist an army You could never harm me check your chest if you runnin up on me Forced overdose cut up your coke with fentanyl '83 Metallica Hit the Lights and I Kill Em All Rhymin rougher than knuckles to abdominal walls With the sedative flow, like poppin Methocarbamol I'm like a Venomous strike when I bounce on a track Destroyin cells in your body paralytic way that I rap I ain't takin it back Anything that ever was said Callin your favorite rapper wack and then I smack em in the back of his head I said what I said, you better believe that I mean it Launder cash faster than runnin illegal cleaners ain't shit to me Felonious activities homie scumbag epitome Runnin your city streets nothin restrictin me I'm undisputed in the booth like execution with truth Mothafuckas is playin like I ain't down to shoot Violence for a reason, artificial breathin Leavin suckas with holes in they heads when the trigger squeezin
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