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Freestyle
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I’ll rip you up like Jack the Ripper/ When I’m hungry I don’t eat a Snicker/ I take the world and make a difference/ Real soon I’m a rap about your disappearance/ When I get a hold of the mic/ I got enough hunger to eat what you write/ Don’t waste your breath on lame comments/ I got barrels big enough to aim comets!/ Why your bitchass now start whining/ You should’ve just remained silent/ You should’ve left me alone/ Now you can’t leave your gat at home!/ Don’t make me make your head explode/ Cause I make burners clap like Flipmode!/ So think and prepare your thoughts/ It don’t matter, you already outlined in chalk!/ I’m your worst nightmare, I fuck up your dreams/ I’m the night’s scare, I’ll crush half of your team/ Pull out your nines if you with it/ That’s just gonna have your brains out your fitted!/ You’s about to get hit by the one man wonder/ Cause I got more hot lines than a 800 number!/ My lyrics getting to your head like a tumor/ This lightweight killing you like Roy Jones Jr./ Don’t ever think your raps gonna bring you dough/ Even with a badge, you couldn’t cop a flow!/ I’m the nigga that told Satan to chill/ I’m like the disease on “Outbreak”, I’m quick to kill/ You hiding like Osama in a cave/ While I’m preparing the ditch for your grave/ Sent Tomahawk bullets to break your ribs/ Then put on the padding just to raid your kribt/ You like Nelly, always wear a band-aid on your face/ Like you get beat up all day and get dabbled up with mace!/ My guns like clap on lights, they work with the clapper/ Run through your hood applauding like you’s a famous rapper!/ Gave me head so long, she about to fall and roll/ so I handed her a inhaler to restore her breath control!/ I got bitches on their knees with lips that swallow/ I get more head than the guy from Sleepy Hollow!/
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