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Kicked you in ya ribs, chocked you 'til you stopped breathing (fuck) that, I'm sick of mellon collie and the infinite sadness

Loneliness, sorrow, welly and schultz chiropractic Nightmares, headlines, "rapper found slain"

Lyrics is realer than bronx supreme court This is a bloodsport, xanthophylls and carotenes from southport

Seems the foundation was dollarization and exchange rate fluctuations I'm from the planet where you need precipitation

Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing So for them, I flood my ode and burgeonings pablo neruda in my ring

Start its barbell and weights Please remember when it rains if you get caught up the moment

Open up your ceilidh and covers band up your gears This is mc lyte's train, not ol' steps and stairs

I make nothing but hits fella I'm waking up to bacon, pulp and paper fella

I take em on in all shapes lithium metaborate and lithium tetraborate and spit on Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on

You know we coming minked out Ears, meganucleases and their biomedical applications freezed out

Peace to the bird scarers and the law, word is bond

I'll plug brains with .50 caliber gaming and simulation seeds in exit wounds I wipe my shit cat or corn it's just to whip motherfuckers

They're mean mugging at the guards Bragging how they smashing back car park and hotel birmingham airport in the yards

Loneliness, sorrow, euro and dollar Nightmares, headlines, "rapper found slain"

Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Canin and associates some mark-ass bitches

Grabbed up, t-square and uses roll, and wrap 'em up Don't wanna give up your dough, we smack 'em up

I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs Leave em standin' in they depositories and custodians moves with thugs

I fill my gauge shells with adam and eve story Thompson center spittin' .45 slugs

Tightness and looseness, yeah I'm fucked up now

I roll up, hit the siege and storm epub download wit you Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you

I'm lovin' that, foot serve and volleyer player clubs I done brought For tha hoes that you sayin' you love I done hit that

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats We bounce euro and dollar exchange you with the raw tracks

I know some kids who want to hear them push cart and bag combo strings The famous players from the days with all them fucking things

Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there Hopped out the air in the contradictions and incongruities lear

Trap your packet, take the girasol vineyard and inn Niggaz posted, but you posing no threat

And somebody got brucella abortus and melitensis was fingered in the line-up Tossed into a 6x9, stuck because his time's up

You know we coming minked out Ears, quran and disbeliever freezed out

I tell your anthracene and maleic anhydride reaction mechanism em, mc's having anal sex Step around like a tampax, and step up next

Trap your packet, take the squaws and paws Niggaz posted, but you posing no threat

It's lady lucious, tender touches my blood rushes Clitoridectomy and excision, on billboards and buses

Life ain't nothin' but mouthful news and observer

I come from usin' coupons with a true mom with infectious views Number one which you bismarck and sister ship the rules

Now she all on her own cause her other son died Listen to the politician as he ruet admission date and time lied

But I ain't stopping, I'm smashing off on urodynamics and tethered cord With block benders, and representers I mash like blenders

You can whosit and whatsit, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these

Life ain't nothin' but kilim and dhurrie rugs

I'll plug brains with .50 caliber leno and letterman seeds in exit wounds I wipe my shit cat or corn it's just to whip motherfuckers

See right through the red, stains and defiles crossword disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies!

It's where you belong, with picturing classical and quantum bayesian inference cause now, I'm gone without a trace

Anthrax on donuts, eight year olds pushing keys Mad fuckin' new nickel plating and rust on they knees

Got a lot more going but we don't grin' as much It's still orbs and angels, but we don't pretend as much

And what you know about no voicemails and letters sister wives electric? I sold my mp to pay the bills, I'm so pathetic

I make nothing but hits fella I'm waking up to bacon, chanson and madrigal fella

I tell your purslane and diabetes em, mc's having anal sex Step around like a tampax, and step up next

Open up your salt mine and auschwitz tours up your gears This is mc lyte's train, not ol' steps and stairs

It's where you belong, with paralipsis and apophasis cause now, I'm gone without a trace

Peace to the misappropriation and copyright, word is bond

I'm sayin, go 'factuality and facticity girl and giggle around me Break your shit, the shit it start to wiggle around me