Hmm...
Ayo,
Under constant rage,
You get assaulted often by way of arson
I've sharpened shit,
Bladed compartments get launched at your apartment
Until I start to stomp your heart vents,
And screams at you like Eric Cartman
I puke and sneeze,
Your rhymes sound like a bunch of generics coughin'
Leave palm prints across your moms ass 'cause it's staler than the air in coffins
My pistol prepares by cockin',
No tissue needed for this missile eater
My gun is bulimic,
She throws up shit faster than a nigga can feed her
And if your pastors a rapper,
Then he'll catch a beat faster than Ike & Tina
Starvin' like crack head Marvin Gaye,
I'm not needin' the healin'
I leave faggots in cement trucks and they end up in my ceilin'
I serve acid bastard,
If you can mask the phantom menace
Word has it,
That Exis all up in your girls face then any random dentist
I'm hotter than funeral candles,
Handle bitches with one hand while the other's on my trigger handle
Anyone ramblin' on about me is gonna get dissed,
Figured & mantled
Hidden in shambles,
I'm the ace pilot & your shit is gettin' cancelled
& yeah I fuck taken girls at the beach,
That's why there's fuckin' jizz in my sandals
Bridges & channels,
Half the wiggers in this shit be rednecks,
They just missin' the flannel
And half these bitch ass rhymers are wack,
Just missin' the mantle
With Ex it's not a stand off,
It's just me pryin' & rippin' your fuckin' hands off
I fight dirty as hell,
There's no rinsin',
Wipin' or pickin' the sand off.
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