Actin-Trife Slashin-Dykes Wit This Stack-Of-Knifes
Cats-Is-Sliced Back-Wit-Rhymes While Caps-Devide
Stash-The-Clines Stack-The-Lives Of Wacks-That-Lie
Trouble-Soon When I Pass The Crowd And Bubble-Threw
I Have A Couple-Foos That Will Straight Slumble-You
Grind-Unfair Wit Knives-N-Spares N Clam-Some-Peeps
Trashed-Is-Clean Then Drop A Masterpiece N Stackin-G's
Who Dares Laugh-At-Me With So Much-Of-Metahphors
Crush-Attend-The-Swords N Bust-A-Friend-With-Cords
Too Fast When I Slice-The-Layers..No Time-For-Prayers
Grindin-Straight-Herbs N You Freaks Lie'in-Dead-Nerds
But Now Im Just Fuckin-Wit-Ya'l With Somethin-So-Raw
Dont Be Trustin-The-Claws Coz They Be Bumpin-The-Law
This Some Crazy-Shit That Made-Me-Slit My Babys-Wrist
Lazy-Kid With A Wavy-Dick..Non Ya'l Can Phaze-Me-Bitch
Unless You Shootin With A Uzi N Recieves Eighteen-Clips...
Inside Crackin-My-Heart N Fuckin Clampin-My-Smarts
Steppin By Gettin High Still Takes Me Back-To-The-Stars..
Then Im Back Actin-So-Hard Just Like I Fuckin Did-At-First
Spit-The-Verse Rip-A-Hearst With A Clip-Thats-Cursed
Man..Im Fuckin Tired Of Writing-Rhymes Its Time-To-Die
Fly-To-Sky Coz My Spine-Is-Lied Coz Beneath Ima A Trybe-Inside
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