This Cor whore surely bores me
Truly beneath Sharp & myself like floorboards, look @ your flaws C
I said 10 bars not 10 lines you dense bloody hoe
I dent fuckers yo, honestly you're the gayest bitch
Exis keeps you amazed with spits, watch me deploy blades to snitch
I'll drown out our bad blood & you'll just give your Aids to fish
Once the disease hits dawn, demons that eat wack shit spawn
& your psalms & songs won't make it to track 6 son
Devour your sour mentality, 'cause Ex's lyrics are empowered reality
I goto work & shoot everyone with a higher salary in their abdominal cavity
Astronomical haphazard matter gets splattered when I react with these batteries
I'm bashin' this dork, do you ever notice the ash on her back when you're mountin' a whore?
She smoked out fountains of raw, then I put out my blunt & match on her jaw
Ahem, don't call it a comeback as lyrics rarely get stuck
Like LL said "Knock out ya moms" or whatever the fuck
My spits are never clean, sick infection reppin' fluids
Spirits & metal, give most of my lyrics a competitors edge like revvin' your foot on the pedal
Metaphors are broken, structure is broken
My only hope is that sarcasm & jokes are in focus
All I see is Corleone chokin' on novice, tryin' to rap but approachin' the rank of hopeless.
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