Okay..
I'll put a 'lip-gloss' on dis fagg's head so i can make up' his mind./
Leave his blood stains on the wall as wallpaper.. after i break up his spine.//
Nobody respects your text, they all expecting ur death./
Voters already know you get 'pissed on', like a strip for pregnancy test.//
Depicting you are the shit, but yet to show any proof of this/
U make the MIC look like tampax, A p'ussy with its lips on it//
I use history to emphasize this prag is a phoney/
Watch ma knuckles 'french-kiss' his jaw in holy matrimony.//
U are getting wrecked with gore, i'm ready at any point to rap n brawl/
With lyrics so heavy-metal, i can take out words n crack your skull
ill nik's half to stall, i'm quick like a thief to grab ya spinal chord//
If you pull through the op, i'll be back with ma blue-steel pistol/
Leave a hole so huge in his head, Surgeons can't close up his tissue. . . . .//
. . .and i won't miss you.
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