nothing can stop me know
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•07 Jun 2019
yeah nothing can stop me high on my level excusion one shot grate friends with the devil so let cool down by putting that ice on non exsesistance wounds now and the fools who wanna doubt what I'm all about walk you though the back of the store now take the shawnoff and blow your brians out with lyrical justice it's some fucked up shit I'm about to get really pissed off now fuck a fucker up with a fuckery fuck duck punchline home time grown man shit il go get mine until it's showtime show you the ropes show you the lines while il take you under my wing and show you how to live like a king I'm ready to blow up more hardcore than absent parent who don't show up for surport surpost to handle your own shit your a grown up if you don't like what I say the go to the higher courts to make a complaint all you dickheads are some lame sick of all your ways claiming you've changed but me I really have changed so as we know I anit the same and never will be ever agian that's when I put my thinking cap on and became gen-z the undisputed rapper the one who creates grate scripture of laughter and slaughter you will have to immergrate to another boarder to keep up with me my shit is out of order so keep sitting still like still water import the Mic port porter I've been born with total balance yeah I use my skill to make my talent swoop down like an eagle and grab you by the talens they can't hack it when I bring out the spaz 12 and let lyrical fire come shooting out of the end of barrel of the gun just another outlaw living on the run you cops are no fun when I've been caught by system and put on trail my accompless are outside on other side of the wall blow hole in the wall come rushing in murder the courthouse lyrical powerhouse I've got brife cases of rap lyrics to invoke your spirit unholy ghost monster on the beat cut em up like a fish fillet then I skin it and kill it wear this shit around my neck as a symbol of acceptance to my medical petical relapse tower stack if you pop off shots aginst me I will fire back you fucking nobhead in drag I wouldn't go near you if I was a dease ridden slag drag your body though the woods and feed you to the wolves I think my rhymes are kinda of cool now il in case you in a puddle of your own drool don't be idiot because you know what you get il backhand you when I drop the Mic check don't need a reason to be in that mindset so rewind it back to the days when you where in the fields trying to graze I'm more shifty than a shapeshifter in a grave call yourself a rapper please behave or il have to come down and show you how it's made oh well I gess that's fucking it I've told you before too meny times just quit you haven't got the skill of it or social intergratey to be defining it filling up stadiums whit my anthems of lyrical bliss go home and cry to mummy you streaming puddle of piss let me go and get the merchete for kicks and thrills illest rhyming inventor who is mentally ill sign up a chill with kill Bill as you know my bars are slik and Il make you a quilt to recover from the scotch mark on your body six feet underground is where I bury the bodys underneath breathe in my disruptive shottie I really didn't mean to hurt nobody noddy.
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yeah nothing can stop me high on my level excusion one shot grate friends with the devil so let cool down by putting that ice on non exsesistance wounds now and the fools who wanna doubt what I'm all about walk you though the back of the store now take the shawnoff and blow your brians out with lyrical justice it's some fucked up shit I'm about to get really pissed off now fuck a fucker up with a fuckery fuck duck punchline home time grown man shit il go get mine until it's showtime show you the ropes show you the lines while il take you under my wing and show you how to live like a king I'm ready to blow up more hardcore than absent parent who don't show up for surport surpost to handle your own shit your a grown up if you don't like what I say the go to the higher courts to make a complaint all you dickheads are some lame sick of all your ways claiming you've changed but me I really have changed so as we know I anit the same and never will be ever agian that's when I put my thinking cap on and became gen-z the undisputed rapper the one who creates grate scripture of laughter and slaughter you will have to immergrate to another boarder to keep up with me my shit is out of order so keep sitting still like still water import the Mic port porter I've been born with total balance yeah I use my skill to make my talent swoop down like an eagle and grab you by the talens they can't hack it when I bring out the spaz 12 and let lyrical fire come shooting out of the end of barrel of the gun just another outlaw living on the run you cops are no fun when I've been caught by system and put on trail my accompless are outside on other side of the wall blow hole in the wall come rushing in murder the courthouse lyrical powerhouse I've got brife cases of rap lyrics to invoke your spirit unholy ghost monster on the beat cut em up like a fish fillet then I skin it and kill it wear this shit around my neck as a symbol of acceptance to my medical petical relapse tower stack if you pop off shots aginst me I will fire back you fucking nobhead in drag I wouldn't go near you if I was a dease ridden slag drag your body though the woods and feed you to the wolves I think my rhymes are kinda of cool now il in case you in a puddle of your own drool don't be idiot because you know what you get il backhand you when I drop the Mic check don't need a reason to be in that mindset so rewind it back to the days when you where in the fields trying to graze I'm more shifty than a shapeshifter in a grave call yourself a rapper please behave or il have to come down and show you how it's made oh well I gess that's fucking it I've told you before too meny times just quit you haven't got the skill of it or social intergratey to be defining it filling up stadiums whit my anthems of lyrical bliss go home and cry to mummy you streaming puddle of piss let me go and get the merchete for kicks and thrills illest rhyming inventor who is mentally ill sign up a chill with kill Bill as you know my bars are slik and Il make you a quilt to recover from the scotch mark on your body six feet underground is where I bury the bodys underneath breathe in my disruptive shottie I really didn't mean to hurt nobody noddy.
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