Yeah
Yo,
Ex is known for his heart rippin'
from the victims he targets
like how he pulled out yours thru that large frickin
ditch in your carcass
I'm an overly hard hitter
better hope you is armed wit it
go 'head and picture the carnage as a totally fucked image
stripped of all charcoal flesh
disfigured in darkness,
a harmless limp figure with no ligament cartilage left
in a position that's far from best
is your predicament nigga
I'm a lyrical architect,
creatin' miracles bigger
than any in the biblical era
so if you were to arch your neck
and straight up squint your eyes partna
the remarkable distance reached
you cannot visually visit
whilst you is buildin' apartments
with lego bricks in a carpark
wishin' you had a crib and some carpet
so you could shift from the hardened cement
and finish this minature garbage
in conditions more suited to the existence your after
should maybe give and get backwards
'fore your hands out and beggin'
I can't stand mouthy peasants so keep them lips on you muted
and I suggest you limit the usage
when it comes to your idiot actions
or I'll take over the limbs on who's stupid
and maneuver one's movements
to slap the bitch out you faster
than any whippin' your ass has ever witnessed you bastard
this class is close to the end,
went from chilled mode to intense and left you motionless friend
if I'm just a figment imagined why is you chokin' to death?
before your thinkin' can fathom that your outta oxygen man
there's no stench of breath comin' from the cough hole possessed
your optics are lost,
I watch 'em roll backwards in a noggin that's dense
crossed off, over and nailed
durin' a log on from Ex
where the dopest prevails when the complete opposites met.
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