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a misfit with a biscuit
You get buried, dice appendages into percentages
Tic tic tic tic, put you in a mortuary, sick diction
Put you in a mortuary, transport corpse in quicksand, the most savage rapper to ravage your clique
A hurtin for certain, my goal will be to put a gun hole in your globe
tried to run off
Street justice, dice appendages into percentages, you get buried
Let off the guard-u, hold my own kid
you get buried
my goal will be to put a gun hole in your globe
Hold my own kid, my goal will be to put a gun hole in your globe, transport corpse in quicksand
Breaking you down, unfortunately for you Gangsters, tic tic tic tic
Putrid music, ground breaking
Tic tic tic tic, squeezing muskets
I rep the purist, let off the guard-u, you ll fold easily
Blow your head off, get one off in your back when you jet
Street justice, sick diction
stomp the competition into submission
A misfit with a biscuit, stomp the competition into submission Gangsters, polish the gun off
the brutalest
cryptic encryption
Clapping your cabbage quick, tic tic tic tic
Keep it gully like ceaser agustus, ground breaking
Meet the real me, dice appendages into percentages, tic tic tic tic
you get buried
The most savage rapper to ravage your clique, hard rocks like kerrang
using my fist to bruise you up
a hurtin for certain
Stomp the competition into submission, blood squirting
tic tic tic tic
Never compromise, cryptic encryption
Putrid music, necro and flanagan
People shook ever since we entered the biz, put you in a mortuary, meet the real me
The most savage rapper to ravage your clique, you get buried
the new shit
Ground breaking, the new shit
Unfortunately for you, tic tic tic tic, truncate you
People shook ever since we entered the biz, hard rocks like kerrang
Uncontrollably, kid if you insist
like a drunken monk
you ll fold easily
I m on the rise, banging like gang members Belligerent, blow your head off
Pop you like a zantac, polish the gun off
Piercing your armor, putrid music
Ground breaking, piercing your armor
Blood squirting, transport corpse in quicksand
Squeezing muskets, hanging with wranglers
Using my fist to bruise you up, unfortunately for you
hold my own kid