stuffin em like muffins in the oven
stop all that nonsense lets get it poppin, all i do is spit that bomb shit, aint no stopping me from rhyming as i jot scripts hit after hit plenty bars for days stories, tales from the cript see my enemies break em down i do my thang come with that hot shit i shoot the gift making moves kick ryhmes like lu kane paying dues shaking fools you are not this. hate you fools state the truth you snakes that slither in the grass feel my wrath i cut they head off chop chop then its off with they ass if they slip heard what i said mic check mix the melody instead get the cash turn you enemies dead have mc seeing red like damn nothing left to say... except im looking for dead presidents today and money bags get the dough spit the flow cold no need to brag ok my flow still dynamite blowin up mc with bars that wake up and have em listening good riddins have a good night its a cold world full of leaches and parasites creature's creeping i step ahead bumping headphone in my domes preaching what i wrote down reading, seeing is believing kill you demons stay away heathens snatching souls taking breaths harldy breathing catch me up writing flows while the rest of the world sleeping. and have a good evening. snuffing em like muffin in the oven its getting ugly creature's creepin. snatch ya soul like the grim reeper jeepers creepers mix the track with punchlines that attack for no reason killing demons let me demonstrate how my bars releash the beast murder the beat close curtains. close the case you haters can have a seat hook snuffing em like muffin in the oven its getting ugly pretty boy. please. mannnnn. i treat you like a puppet on string. damn! yo here i am like uncle sam pretty boy please its getting ugly i got that heat. fam! now bring the beat back. snuffing em like muffins
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stop all that nonsense lets get it poppin, all i do is spit that bomb shit, aint no stopping me from rhyming as i jot scripts hit after hit plenty bars for days stories, tales from the cript see my enemies break em down i do my thang come with that hot shit i shoot the gift making moves kick ryhmes like lu kane paying dues shaking fools you are not this. hate you fools state the truth you snakes that slither in the grass feel my wrath i cut they head off chop chop then its off with they ass if they slip heard what i said mic check mix the melody instead get the cash turn you enemies dead have mc seeing red like damn nothing left to say... except im looking for dead presidents today and money bags get the dough spit the flow cold no need to brag ok my flow still dynamite blowin up mc with bars that wake up and have em listening good riddins have a good night its a cold world full of leaches and parasites creature's creeping i step ahead bumping headphone in my domes preaching what i wrote down reading, seeing is believing kill you demons stay away heathens snatching souls taking breaths harldy breathing catch me up writing flows while the rest of the world sleeping. and have a good evening. snuffing em like muffin in the oven its getting ugly creature's creepin. snatch ya soul like the grim reeper jeepers creepers mix the track with punchlines that attack for no reason killing demons let me demonstrate how my bars releash the beast murder the beat close curtains. close the case you haters can have a seat hook snuffing em like muffin in the oven its getting ugly pretty boy. please. mannnnn. i treat you like a puppet on string. damn! yo here i am like uncle sam pretty boy please its getting ugly i got that heat. fam! now bring the beat back. snuffing em like muffins
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