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[mimic truce]

Drop!

[d2]

i swing jigsaws sharper than GZAs words when laced on RZAs sword/
u leave me wiv no choice, blue~blunt,scars on ur face lyk i ziz zag ur testicles wiv a scissors/
razor blades rip off ur under~ballz, :lol: i penetrate thru ur creberum,xtract ur melon/
blood splash on ur kevlar,when sluggs enter from the centre of ur left vertricle meter/
chromosone pigs repeat,enter into the 36 chambers wiv da heat/
ur mental profuciusly leak lyk ozess in ur vein,worms feast on ur mental grain/ :cry:
i aim!,here,the house of slaughter, mcees gits slain/ :(
steady killin,micrphone rippin,fingers on keybord, mcees gits eliminated/
Even when DENTED,i still leave ballin mcees deflated/ :roll:

[mimic truce]

Ill squeeze yo throat till yo adam pops,
ill beat you with force that'll split you in halfs
ill scortch your tissues n toss em through yo moms windows!!!
everytime i swing my blade ill chop off some killos, shoot my piece off!!!!
ill miss every round then run towards you like im really pissed off...
ya'll dude's relieve shit tons scared i might hit ya'll
but bitch its on, so you goin to sit on a shit bomb inside those athletic fits you've on, it'll be a pipe shit bomb in each one of those sleeves arms//
you dirty shit, smile when i rip you plummy lips off
n put my fists on your gums cos i hate the color them shits hold//

[cornelius]

am up!word