Hear It!
The disaster wit dreads,
I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger it's funny
actually my flavor's similar to a waiter, Cuz I serve any stranger wit money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it,
murder you then come to your funeral service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it
Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gauze,
dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazin MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me
From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche
And bust till volcanoes errupt
man he killed Em on this
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