bust a dank flow, no thanks bro
i might be sniffin but you wont find me livin with cracksmoke
glass bowls packed with choreboy
four times is pushin it, but on the fifth the whore dies
fuck that ransom, im just tryin to sit back and pour wine
a nerd for my gore rhymes,call me four eyes
clever responses like gilmour girls and lorelei
WB stands for 'whos bent', i am , the stoned guy
which bitch will bend into sick nasty positions
i lick randomly -- listen -- its my prick hammering her fillings
flows are dank, at least thats what they tell me
phillies help me, lickin the L seems
to keep me straight and see the fakes
come out the woodwork so fast i need papes
to save time, roll em up back to back
point white joints right at my grill, stacks of blacks
and milds, they get kicked to the way side
i grade mine with 'A's, right? youre wrong and may have lied
tests were inconclusive but the evidence points like arrows
fat chance like the waiting list for transplant marrow
youll need clarence darrow to dig you out this legal grave
i think you need to be ashamed of your feeble game
punked out by some bitches you tried to spit game at
dont run it by me neither,or get your frame smashed

then get it realigned by body shops run by rowdy cops
corruption runs deep and hardly stops
got to play it raw with chain saws to survive
i been trackin you for months and you may fall tonite
i sniper round well aimed that cant be avoided
i concocted a ploy -- sick and royal bitch
foils sick, causes alzeheimers
lungs corroded like old timers and coal miners
black lung, black death, it will encase you
raid tombs at midnight, sick rhymes blaze you  m 
flick knifes from palms, kick rhymes swiftly to mics
you agree with my philosophies? sick minds think alike
a family tree of mental disases, insanity far reaching
delusions of grandeur, play the part of jesus
flows are dank, at least thats what they tell me
phillies help me, lickin the L seems
to keep me straight and see the fakes
come out the woodwork so fast i need papes
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read papes, headlines tell the tale
well prepared for beats of bells and snares
kicks and hats, im sick with that
kick raps that make you wonder why you didnt think of that
ride rhymes like surtboards and get washed out to sea
malcolm x talked large but hes not the boss of me
the cost is free, but the price is blown out
pack a blade in my boot like i was in a road house
the coke house serves more then andy roddick
bring the kids around the meth cook and get the familys toxic
ill happily rock it, you aint got to ask twice
you asked polite, so when i grab nines i blast nice
blast thrice, then four five and six
some find it healthy, but more find it sick
i pour pints of piss, my bars a lil different
when i achieve my fame ill be the star that still rips shit
step my game up and elevate it like a high rise
it seems its all been explored but i still seem to find rhymes
the rhymes hide, but i expose them brutally
full of sadism and beat peeps brutally
keep your jewlery, i aint tryin to rob ya man
if i was youd have a grenade lobbed from my hand
lop off your hand, and let that bitch bleed out
20 peeps on a pinner joint, aint tryin to feed mouths

get ya own shit, you aint even got five on it
peep the floor you stand on, you about to die on it
ride out bitch, and do it real quick like
use your frame like a voodoo doll and stick knifes
mink blinds, chinchilla curtains
the fake often celebrated while the realest hurtin
no gold medal available to prove the worth of the honest
peep the vocab i elevated and the words i concocted
youll get served proper when you try to test it
i never lie when i tell it, im high on a breast lick
flows are dank, at least thats what they tell me
phillies help me, lickin the L seems
to keep me straight and see the fakes
come out the woodwork so fast i need papes