THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

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aiming and maiming, metal straight to your throat
im famously heinous, get away from me, go
accelerate with the flow and get it straight little ho
i seldom wait cause u know im hella gangsterish yo
my fellow banqueters chose to stuff they faces with grub
i demonstrated my prose and they fuckin ate the shit up
my conversation is brunch, i'll leave some language for lunch
i'll keep on slangin these puns, till people strangle they tongues
my evil passes your lungs and leaves you gaspin a bunch
i keep a stash of the stuff beneath the mattress in blood
it leaked and that was enough for the truth to get out
when people panic they're much more on the stupidest rout
thats why i shoot for the mouth when im shootin the gift
so all u losers can pout while im schoolin this shit