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maxi-padz:
daz fucken dope but it goes summen like diss

hatesrats n maxi-padz 2 siccmade individualz/
fucked up in da head and torture uw it knivez n lyrical toolz/
when we ride on yo azz u know bloodz gonna be spilt in poolz/
caus we evil mafukkaz n when we spit we dun leave a trace/
but faggotz outta place make them retrace their stepz/
then we blazt their dicks away wit tha force of 2 teckz/
caus now ur fucken wit 2 siccmade rejectz/
str8 outta da fucken evil mind assylum/
nigga we devour ur whole corpse n not leave a crumb/
we salute u wit a big fucken thumb/
down...

maxi-padz:
niggaz tryen to clown us dawg i guess 'bad news must travel fast'/
caus tehy hate siccness spreaden niggaz so im consumen hataz for breakfast/
FUCK A HATA, u bitch ass nigletz mah lyrical power iz mah murder weapon/
we bust mo sharper n mo damaging dat a plane thro tha pentagon/
but itz jsut a shape, but when we start to elevate siccmade postz u know its on/
u messen wit 2 homies one big one small but we both got statue of a fucken don/
n we will cut off them nutz, for taken a quick glance at otu grilz buttz/
we flippen yall niggaz away like used ciggarrett buttz/
we burst lyricz mo viscious than 2 pit bullz muttz/
our verbal assaultz on targetz like darts, we practice in dark magic artz/
we also inject siccness into mafukakz from unsuspecting fartz/
we zip round u wit fucken gunz blazen like go cartz/
nigga yo rhymez look like they came from stop-n-go martz/
now we gonna move in fo da fucken killl/
u know u fucked when u come across 2 niggaz certified....
ill....

that wasn very good but ima bounce
~1~

Hatesrats™:
This a fucken inferno
to the MAXimus the depths of hell
soiled down
with the volcanic flows
a hottnes erupts in short glows
deep within' is a feelin' of HATE
muthaphukkka's can't relate
homie
this is our inside thang
wanna see the outside become the inard
my tobe hopper dream
a chainsaw lyrikal massacare scene
a bad lean
when your leg is removed from your body
plottin'
once the blood starts clottin'
it's a scab
peal the old feelin's and flow out the red
the white pale means your dead
with your beautiful mantel peice
of a head
mouted on my wall in the shed
of my siccmade rhyme shack
stacked amongst the last victums
bones and flesh
only a disected fish
picked off form the bone
should have stayed in your own pond
fucken guppy until you were full grown...

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
Aiight, My turn 2 drop a bomb

Check............

Siccmade Individuals make tha world go round/
U muthafuckas will get infected if u aint down/
Give me a piece of paper, and I'll dazzle u with my pen/
When it comes 2 battlin tell me where and when/
Ya'll don't want me to cock back and release the flame/
My flow's like pipes that go striaght to your vain/
This shit is siccmade so we all gon rip it/
You could be hardcore but we'll turn u into liquid/
Some say i'm nice but the gods called it gifted/
tha7th is like catchin' a bad cold with a fever/
I'm hot and sick at the same time Im neither/
So take a breather/ this shit is siccmade/ too much for yall to comprehend/
The bomb has been dropped and aimed by tha7th--a true veteran...........

infinite59:
Classic WCC shit right there Maxi

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