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The COAT...
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: BC, Canada
Posts: 1,723
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Xces AKA Mayhem
I'm hard as a motherfucker, think you're in style? Only time that May HAM is during cinco de mayo Theres ink in my vial, there’s meth inside his shrinking pores So although I'm only 5'11, standing next to him I feel so large, That effort has been hesitant, the end for him is quick regardless Vicious marksmen, pencil with precision, targets feel the darkness Hardships arm the precipice, it's excellence concealed in bars VM's seen as stress amassed in heavens, we appear as stars And olden tribal testaments are evidence you fear the carcass Hang you with the ring that you presented to that Primo broad Dissection of the Queen of hearts, I section off this feeble target Peel apart the dealers cards, I test my oath to shield it's honor Set the flow and let it grow like vegetables in fields of farmers Feet and arms forever grow, I feel evolved, you can't and won't I'm awesome.. Passing me is a mission, speed of an antelope The spit which drips in me is the richest, greenest, you cannot cope It's not just gasoline, bitch this shits supreme and the can is full You're tempting me to spark it like bits of green in a blackened bowl This scriptures deep as Egyptian priests and the facts they know The shits so mean it'll rip your screen and attack your soul Split the seams from your wits and feet, see it drift the seas like the Krakens goal Spliff and weed, it's a gifted feeling, lift and reach to eclipse the ceiling Admit defeat, I'm dropping X and I split the Ces like the hand of Moses Chant the code, you're not passin home cause the competitions advanced opponents I'm monsterous and span the globe like Donner, Blitzen, but not fictitious Coffin calls for doctor visits in shaman clinics to stop his sickness Invade your losses section and drop a digit like long division Rappin round imposter bitches like bondage broads, it’s an ecstacy You’re Bond with broads, inevitably fucked, your fans have bets on me Shove youre pathetic finger gloves in the deaded regions where men rest their meat In the clusterfuck that's destiny you struggle standing next to me No Molly but the ball is rolling, what the fuck is X to me
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