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mutha fucking snakes fakes rats n foxs snitches,haters fakers fake mates end up in ditches with stitches or coffin boxs you want to be sly as fox end up in a box 6 foot under soil as your fams dealing with the turmoil you shouldn't be the reason as why my blood would boil,thats why you in the soil coz you a dirt who i could hurt with just my words the words a flowing dont need to rehearse the verse coz im cursed to make my rymes better than anyones like king vos n nines im like a cat whereas ive got nine lives but your like one too with the pussy side as its tom n jerry lillke cat n mouse I look you hide, Slip n slide duck n dive coz you snide whilst i nearly died plenty of times now no lie but as i lay n watch life flash by a tear drop fell out my eye n i thought im too young too die ive got too much too live for peeps need me im staying alive as i craved to survive i rose to my feet with my kids chan mam bro n sisters my drive to revive thrive to be n stay alive no lie i dont lie sick of sly guys who constant lies then realise no lie how sly they been when being a fiend or fake snak e mate friend of a fiend or fam of a fiend it seems there is way too many fiends on the scene i mean i dream of scenes of fiends screams it seems n thats whilst im awake not asleep im not a sheep i lose out on many sleeps as sleep creeps im sat there planning out murders in my head on peeps or in ryhmes with verses going on for months not weeks as the screams streak its havoc im about to wreak cat got ya tongue or jhst cant speak,im a fricking fucking slick spitting freaky deaky freak, flowing sick lyrical lyrics each week man youre 2week a fortnight then time place were n when see u then