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Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and ginDon't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papersStyles vary, packin flavor like Life SavorsAin't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpinI had your whole fuckin block bumpinDon't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like ChinaYa never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind yaSo peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming throughOne-two, three, you can't see meI'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tacticsA fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis racketsIt's on again, it's on and poppinAll I see is green, so there ain't no stoppinI wanna see some panties droppinI'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton(All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad newsCut off khakis, french braids, and house shoesKurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugsand I smoke weed for the fuck of itRuff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wickedbut it's manditory that I kick itCheck it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove itHoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movinPrepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntinHit the button, and light shit up like Red DawnPeep, the massicre from a verbal assassinMurderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some actionYou really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hogYou can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog