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STRIDER STYLE

DIRK STRIDER AIN’T NUTHIN TO FUCK WITH
STRIDER CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO FUCK WITH
FROM THE DEPTHS OF DERSE TO MOTHAFUCKIN PROSPIT
STRIDER CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO FUCK WITH

the name is dirk strider, tight rhyme provider
bout to spit it 2 legit in this here cypher
at rap i level up like a no-lifer
i got more pay and pipe than the pied piper

that means i have a very large penis
and you’ve have yet to completely seen it
yes, naruto swag bitch, best believe it
like, stick it in roxy it makes rose get squimish

and i was not talking like she was observing
but that my phallus holds paradoxical properties inertly
caught by the one eyed- and i don’t mean nick fury
but surely, if your like black spice- i can provide the curry

good shit too, for you boo, the riper
lickin’ shots true rap battle fighter
untouchable- like the pope’s miter
got my brobots to have your whack shit decyphered

because i can’t comprehend the way you spit shit
like this was a first draft of twilight in a misprint
like grammar is the slammer and you AR’s miscreant
like, when roxy has courage in the form of liquid

because with rhyme, i’m so totes obnoxious
give you the vapors, both good and toxic
and your head soon to be lopped off quick
look down, towards the floor, with you i’ve mopped it

STRIDER CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO FUCK WITH
TEXAS TO MUTHAFUCKAN ALTERNIAN DUNG PITS
STRIDERS WILL HAVE YA FACE STRAIGHT PUNCHED IN
STRIDER CLAN AIN’T NUTHIN’ TO FUCK WITH

and i’m spittan sick, no i’m throwing up, check my muscular neck
bow with the burner shit, gettin bucked, dis texan rhymes without relent
feed you, have a limp bisquite, gobbled up, have you leave to do your biz quick

I’M THE RUE-EST OF BLOODS, BLOWIN’ THE RUDEST OF BLUNTS
SIPPIN THE BREWEST OF BUDS, RIPPED LIKE THE SICKEST OF CUNTS
GOIN OFF DA RAILZ- YOU BEST BUCKLE UP
WHILE YOU THE TYPE TO THINK OCTOPIMP WROTE HOMESTUCK

SMASH YOUR ASS FLAT WITH THE QUICKNESS
SAME FATE AS THE HOMIE FRIGLESH
NO YOU DON’T GET THIS, HYPED OFF COUNTLESS KUNG FU FLICKS
WHILE MY BOOTS ADMINISTER ENDLESS ASS KICKS

LICKIN SHOTS NO SIGHTS, call me the aimless renegade
your heart stops in fright, while i slip da pin from a nade
then off it pops real bright, get this place covered in red gatorade
then i piss on yah remains more than the great lakes

hook
underground proud and loud but fucka masonic and to end you i’ll just keep this laconic i could jam pack the sylabbles with much of my nonsense but folks dig my drivel, not yours, to be honest HIT YOU WITH THE BODYSHOTS, LEAVE YOUR BODY CROPPED CALL ME JAKE ENGLISH- COMIN WITH THE DOUBLE GLOCKS YOU SEE THIS MEANESS? DIRTIER THAN OUIJA BOARD OF COCK RIP YOU FROM YOUR THREADS LIKE A DISTRESSED SEAMSTRESS, I RUN THIS BLOCK, YOU WA SHOCK BY THIS WHITEY SPITTAN LIKE A MIX OF THE CREATOR AND PAC IT’S NIL, IT’S MOCKED, YOU STRAIGHT STUCK IN A PLACE BETWEEN HARD AND ROCK YOUR AMMO AIN’T EVEN WORTH MY SPECIBUS SLOTS hook

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