the coroners revenge, is me driving the van... while your in a deep sleep.
BEEP BEEP.. I'm tryna find a disposal site.. or somewhere they keep sheep.
burn a script..... I'm the type of nigga to oust you in a rnd 1 tournement.
You ain roastin me..just dangling from my fuckin ballsack like a ornement.
It's sept 11th dude..on some reference shit u know where my lines gonna fall.
ur notta threat.. only response u get from the coroners is after the 911 call.
I been waiting for years to diss this lame... now my pin's harsh an anxious.
so many bars on this inmate.... a bail wouldn't limit the incarceration.
them sad wounds is caving the affliction, now ur graved and craving attention.
so obsessed with me.. but what do u think habbits do to patients of addiction?
you're so fucking scared of personals, still u can watch the elements prevail.
must've failed 2 announce death...this is taker vs mick foley in hell in a cell.
i'm unorthodox..you getting close to beating me, will always be far off.
doing bar shots... then afterwards ill have ur girl put her num in my smart watch.
but u getting a dame is bolderdash... I doubt you'd give her an aroused presence.
any bitch thats in town sexing.. must be 1 of them sluts that has a brow fettish.
to roast pan.. I'll put my hands on a burnin stove... like I'ma a rare dare devil.
sad when this nigga had to spend his bday n the cloud... like a care bear special.
SWAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
I'M GOING TO KILL THIS NIGGA NOW.
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I wanted to victimize a threat.... instead its a no body tryna criticize a vet.
no premeditated murder.. but these derisions on ur life will improvise ya death.
followin words.. outline my prowess as a writer, process that clowns a fighter.
objects thrown in crowds of cyphers, as pan's bones... get doused with lighters.
then he floats in sulfuric acid..volcanoes up in a web... then drowns w/ spiders.
or becomes a cancer lifer..w/ IV's stuck in his brain tumorous.... a soundless liar.
for consideration.. ill pray before the incineration, then put him down in the fire.
you heard the praise.. BURN BURN AWAY... now you're just a waste of inferno blaze.
tryna earn a wage, but now ur eulogies blank.. I'm laughin dont wanna turn the page.
then I sent your care-taker, a care package, ur dead body wrapped in spare plastic.
it's a scare tactic, she opens the box, the after-life, slingshots outta air mattress.
I'm insane - down on hope, when it comes to this shit.. your plain - out of scope.
its not a personal diss till I show up at your house.. put the granade down ya throat.
but now this beef is getting out of hand.. and honestly pan its morphing to a problem.
you dissing this irrelevant crew is funny,
cus thats like u fucked w/ me on some real shit, n drove ur self to the cororners office.
bitch, you need more than an option..this is fuckin war, just without warning a caution.
you the type of nigga to put your #dickinson.... before going to the morgue for adoption.