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Legion of doom my squad barrels at actors,
Double digit the hoes leave it as a hostile factor.
Rip faces for practice- the pleasure is sold,
A present day of capture thats snatching ya soul.
Tell gadafi I'm following - kickin' rocks across state,
the younger Sean Connery that's marketing traits.
The goodness inside lucifers staff- to repent with,
I was sent bitch, to collect rent
So pay respect for no death wish.
High into the calming skies
I dabble cries that sends lives
Into the darkened valleys of red eyes.
Trigger happy-
the ploy of existence is cheap
Cutting vernacular sheets that covers the meat; I'm blood thirsty
Dumpin 30 and using the last two as an insurance to move, come test, get you vexed into a plea of the unworthy.
Pull ya jersey cuz I'm layin numbers on you...
... Since you stand not worthy.
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The king in his last form; the glass horn- only shallows the the scorn,
Made the wrong moves just to prove that I too can be easily torn.
Fracturing bones the verbal Constantine- a freak of nature,
You only smokey when locked out needing to shit type freak of nature.
Shorty be my bring extra friends and every fruit possible freak of nature
Ur's be pickin her nose and eatin' her toes and shit on Ur chest freak of nature.


Lol... Just fucking keying bull shit