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"Break ya like a Bottle"
I ain't afraid of ur invisable gats that you always bring out in you raps,I'll make you quikly calapse.I clam Newark as my turf,cause I hurt more then natural child birth.i'll tell ya what im worth,start'n with I love to be hate'd like a skin head rascist but i sport myself with red laces and a 9 inch spaceship,making any nig'a trip cause my lifes a hardcore event,one hundred perecent.Give ten nickles to equal fifty cents til I expose fakes like a wig as a hair due,I'll get ur homi and you,then your fucken whole Dub crew.
You'll feel my after smoke like a ghost and i'll step threw smooth and pop nig'as like a balloon.I'll stab dis bitch from his toe to his bullet wound and stuff his holes with a flute and beat um like Ike did on his wife then play bass from a tranboon.
I break ya like bottle,wiskie to the sixth,
they say thats a problem,but i call it a fucking gift.
I know you be feel'n this shit like cranking gears into fith,
Im the sorce to life natral conflict cause I break chins and make heads do a back flip off what I spit.Magizine spitz to kill a Kon then escape da FED's,grown some dreads,then come back to leave ya crew for dead.
Cause Ya know a nig'a like me be in the back of your head.
(Chours):Unfinish'd
-I evaluate ya mentality state when your still try'n to get like a physican give'n an exsamination in a mental insatitution kill'n liger vizulization,I see alot of ya bitches say'n ya can flash a trigger but ya never diliver so I eat at ya liver like i was silver.
I pass them all in bodie bags cause i kill fags fast like cops with automatics and nerve gas.Making ya smell the plastic then burn yaself in solforic acid.You ain't mess'n with a mistress so pick up ya dress and adress me as a contestent.
I create all men to un-equal,remeber Norte coming leathal,like a lil leatherface mix with Jesus christ.
I'll make a gangsta cry.......
I ain't afraid of ur invisable gats that you always bring out in you raps,I'll make you quikly calapse.I clam Newark as my turf,cause I hurt more then natural child birth.i'll tell ya what im worth,start'n with I love to be hate'd like a skin head rascist but i sport myself with red laces and a 9 inch spaceship,making any nig'a trip cause my lifes a hardcore event,one hundred perecent.Give ten nickles to equal fifty cents til I expose fakes like a wig as a hair due,I'll get ur homi and you,then your fucken whole Dub crew.
You'll feel my after smoke like a ghost and i'll step threw smooth and pop nig'as like a balloon.I'll stab dis bitch from his toe to his bullet wound and stuff his holes with a flute and beat um like Ike did on his wife then play bass from a tranboon.
I break ya like bottle,wiskie to the sixth,
they say thats a problem,but i call it a fucking gift.
I know you be feel'n this shit like cranking gears into fith,
Im the sorce to life natral conflict cause I break chins and make heads do a back flip off what I spit.Magizine spitz to kill a Kon then escape da FED's,grown some dreads,then come back to leave ya crew for dead.
Cause Ya know a nig'a like me be in the back of your head.
(Chours):Unfinish'd
-I evaluate ya mentality state when your still try'n to get like a physican give'n an exsamination in a mental insatitution kill'n liger vizulization,I see alot of ya bitches say'n ya can flash a trigger but ya never diliver so I eat at ya liver like i was silver.
I pass them all in bodie bags cause i kill fags fast like cops with automatics and nerve gas.Making ya smell the plastic then burn yaself in solforic acid.You ain't mess'n with a mistress so pick up ya dress and adress me as a contestent.
I create all men to un-equal,remeber Norte coming leathal,like a lil leatherface mix with Jesus christ.
I'll make a gangsta cry.......
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