keystyle..
I wreck emcees.. ain't ish to me,
test Cor? end up with health deficiencies,
I shelf rappers on the daily, no one seeing me lyrically,
I'm the epidimey of every rapper you ever heard of as one in history,
whether underground or industry, I'm still the sickest to rip a beat,
sicker then babes in zombie films killed at the end of scenes//
Cor raw with it, I spark biscuits so hard hittin..
your body gon shake till your organs dissolve in it//
I'm authentic.. you plastic as hell like dolls, I'm more like arsenic//
I'm barbaric.. swing swords like conan and wrath,
test me and get blown off the charts like test scores in class//
rest sure', youll be in casts..
break every bone in your body,
to your chest, core, and abs//
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