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Lyrics
Jenre:
i draw guns like curtains its uncertain
whether i burst 'em and leave you hurting and cursin
or i'll just beat you near death and if the surgery's fine
you'll be lucky if you can spit nursery rhymes
but all the kings horses and all the kings men
could never ever put you back together again
cus ill slash you in pieces so bashes police's
practicin thesis of how you're crashin with jesus
whenever you spit you just make a specticle
but now i got homemade earplugs - your testicles
man i checked ya drool not even respectable
cant show disrespect just a murder festival
you known for biting cus your own lines are inferior
only lines you'll bite now will be your striped coffin interior
you nothing to me i'll stand on your head and squash you
until you skin looks like the neck of a fucking bottle
you should be R'n'B apart from the fact your rhymes appaling
but also i'll pull out my AK and leave you fallin
i turn on my home town and betray my friends unity
but at least i'm giving back to the community
Jay Dee:
I head into this lyrical combat, my mic is my dager,
my release of anger, ive lost all my presence of mind,
In this hostility, your just another fatality to add to my tally,
another mercenary left laying in the herse by Jay Dee,
We both spit, I come with acid you come with mineral water,
I spit holes straight through ya,and you aint done shit to me,
I thow fists to your temple but i forgot upstairs was empty,
I aint even peep your last shit, its runs straight from ya rectum,
Ya open gaze, pupils dilated, your words i disect them,
to spell it out, ya wack son,
I believe you write your own shit, no one else is as bad as you,
the only only thing youve biten is me, more than you can chew,
Ya a cross between a thesbian and a lesbian, your a gay theatrical woman,
your no performer at all, well maybe a circus clown,
I slice ya up to pieces ill sell ya buy the pound,
afterwards there no postmortum ya bodies never gonna be found
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