die.
Bitch get your weight up, I rape your soul until it’s broken so:
bet this nine will fuck your face up and nigga no-Tonio.
You’re no threat cuz your bars empty; it’s always sunny in Philadelphia.
My blade crosses your face twice, that’s quality, motherfucking X-celsior
Professor X swag, I can violate your mind without even having to stand up,
My sword sticks him up, cuz when I stab him, he SHRIVELS as he’s RAISIN his hands up
Peks aint ill with words or a legend, trust that I see through a bitch like a sonogram,
V a Professional assassin, SO u won’t see murder like Master P’s brother was hollow man
Lui-He-Ba-Fa liquid fists pummel your chest, call me IP man, I collapse this B’s lungs
Pecs lost, Cuz Everyone knows that dope gets flushed whenever the heat comes
Bitch.
Last edited by veritas; 07-24-2013 at 04:35 PM.
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