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Sergeant Slaughter
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Sik is simply better Mike, shine in the dead of night, hailin hoes like a taxi cab
Ya girl, I fed her pipe, if she say Wreck her life, it’s because you did exactly that I’m a massive pro, so I’m taggin toes, disintegrate with acid flows Blastin foes while attackin bro, snort these fire lines like a dragons nose These rhymes’ll torch you, split ya spine n torso, when I take your cake I’m immortal, in the coupe riding cordial, never dining formal just paper plates Erase your face with the Smith n Wess, Sik’s the best, death if you disrespect So you’ll get the tech to your brittle neck, with a little prep, ya head it’ll riddle next A simple flex won’t win it hoe, ya mistress knows I’m slick when I kick it bro Smoother than Lebron to Wade on a pick n roll transition when I give n go Wicked dope, you know nothing bout me, in the tropics, smoke colossus when I’m puffin Maui Sand around me like I’m stuck in Saudi, getting fuckin cloudy, more rings then the front of Audis Tough n rowdy, hit you wit a quick left and n avid right, you half as nice, a queer livin the faggot life I jab and slice, throw rabid strikes, while you listenin to jagged edge, ill stab you with a ragged knife |
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