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Originally Posted by garcia
i spit poison bars
that show you that this boys in charge
ya styles a mirage
lyrically the shit is flawed
i come through raw
not carin bout who you are
cus i got a chainsaw
im aimin at ya brains bra
don't get me started
anyone who want to bring it must be mentally retarded
what i'm hearin is garbage
step to this and get scarred dig
ain't no stoppin it
the philly blunt is chocolate it
aint nobody droppin it
cus i'm one thats choppin it up
thats whassup
a phatty phillie to my muthafuckin dome
best to go and cop another zone
chillin high alone
cus i was born alone and i die alone
so here i am blown feelin like i'm on the throne
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here comes ill--bill, comin in for the quick-kill,
now watched this fucked-bitch-nit-wit get his shit-spilled
my shits-real, they aint no doubt about it,
my minds heavily-clouded, my lines heavily powdered,
packing the powerful caliber,
my bullets will shower-ya ,my flow will devour ya,
yeah my-styles a-mirage, you try to hit-i-dodge,
you a customa ima hustla flipping bricks-like-pogs,
now watch me flip-the-script, make-a-flick, with-ya-chick
leave a drip on-her-lips, plus yours moms-and-sis,
then let your girl come home and give you a kiss