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9.PunksNallDaSuckaz

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My flow is tighter then a (uh)
Hits ya with the impact of a torpedo
Chop ya like Machete
but my name aint tarantino
Me and the mic I like coke smugglers and speedboats
I only see hopeless (suckas )competition I don’t see no
they think small while we be thinkin extra large
Makin you faggot rappers collapse like a house of cards
They careers be crashin down Like Kamikaze pilots
While I’m the blabber Quick to start a riot when I’m rhyming
Bakin them mad track up in my center
my lyrics are iller then anthrax letters
soon as it gets received ya area will be getting quarantined
cause the doop and the blabber got wickedest rhymes and hardest beats
I go bezerk
Put my flows to work
I’m so cool I walk on hot coles without my toes getin burned
uhu I Rip shit up like a pack of hyenas
Putting my middlefinger up to all ya nonbelievas
Paaw right in the kisser I figger my skills are sicker get bigger and bigger quicker then all you bitches that in It to count the figgers I’m doin this for the love
While Your like a sandcastle on beach a be the flood
Getting flushed away cause their foundation is none
I be staying true to myself no matter what the

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for all the punks and all the suckas punks and all the suckas stupid mothafuckas

to all the punks and all the suckas let get this shit straight
We got this locked down like inmates
That’s why we in a ill state
I catch more wreck then people getting behind the weel when they shitfaced
I’m doper then the stretch Armstrong and bobbito mixtapes
I spit mace feel it burn feel it burn
You can spot me in a cypher
Crumbelin the herb spittin mad verbs
I’m always on point so I always got the last word
And get the respect I desverve
ready to take over the world
you cats be waiting for tunes like this
so gimme the microphone and the boom be igniting
While u gimmicks don’t even last a minute in the we makin it bang
But even if you got lynched you rappers still couldn’t hang
I’m not a Lazy bum
But a crazy fuck
When it comes to lyrical styles I’m lacing it up
Hip hop and me together like homeless people and change cups
my shit is fya so all u potheads can blaze up
fuck

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verse
eyo I got a small crisis I write rhymes to much
so back the fuck up when the blabber starts to buck
cause I got more rhymes then there’s achmed’s in marroko
My rhymes got the strenth to knock ya horizontal
My rhymes are like Beethoven and his piano
While your rhymes get cut off like the end of the sopranos
So just gimme some dope beats I rhyme fatter then obese
Listen closely as I commense to care of all them fonies
I come in a demonic rage iller then the bubonic plage
The mic gets rocked like Jonny gets blazed
Plus Im nice on the stage wile you rappers be like mice in a maze
My and my posse represent I know that we on the same page
That I wrote this rhyme on
Bound to blow up call the blabber the tickin timebomb
I carry a mic with me like sidearm
I bet ya a I got the quicker draw
I be bringin it sicker make rappers think what the hell am I spittin for
Nothing you aint got shit to gain
No money no props no recognition and no fame
No cars no bitches no mansion no airplay
No tours no promotion u aint getting a damn thing to all the punks n all da suckaz

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