2 minutes of madness pt 2
get at me for collabs/whatever
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Im beast, Im a sheer master// And if you dont like it,
well guess what, u can eat it like fear factor //
Listen hear bastadz, I be rippin tracks //
6teenz on the loose like im skippin class //
im kickin ass taken names // put these dudes in there place
with a boot to the face, major pain //
the shits bananas and I hang with oragutangs //
guerillaz and goonz makin moves in some major wayz //
so if it aint crystal clear, imma make it plain //
your career will dissapear, david blain //
what yall need to do is save up for a rainy day //
cuz to me you dudes are bout as fly as a paper plane //
no longevity, I stroll on merrily //
past yo shit, in search, of a soul khan melody //
declare war, i hope you folks armed heavily //
but better be prepared for some Socom weaponry //
Punches galore, swing both arms seprately //
and watch dem shits connect like a voltron legacy //
I put my doe on everything // step in the ring
with me, and you leave with a broke jaw definately //
so go on step to me // thinkin your the answer,
well i gotta question that like the folks on jeopardy //
I go in, till theres no part left of me //
im going for broke, like I sold all equity //
ya flow is a joke, but the joke bombed epicly
I would trow ya a bone, but its so far fetched to me //
my flow is the sex to me // keepin it real
Im feelin myself like hoes on excstacy //
recent music aint impressin me //
tell these heads, keep it moving like telepathy //
word to the chronicle // nerd I'll demolish you
flip the bird n wipe the curb with ya molocules
alert the nurse come urgent as possble /
i am the reverse, of a birth in a hospitol //
i heard my work is absurly illogical //
pure theological, murderous audibles //
served with mythodical surgicly optimal //
octavals surely send a surge through ya folicals //
weave words like im hurdlin obstacles //
I leap first eatin dirt isnt optional //
so think first, is for sure what you oughtta do //
cuz beatin me is 3 3rds of impossible //
I pre-fer to keep it calm wit you //
but if beef stirrin is ya thing,
im feet first in the pot with you //
I greet jerks with karate moves //
call me jet lee, its always me verses alotta dudes //
sheep herded to a slaugher room //
american history x, eat curb with the follow thru //
I see alotta week verses and im not amused //
so i gotta peep verses with snotty mood //
my last stament to alot of you //
have a glass of shut the fuck up, then chase it with a shot of truth //
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