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Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win, lose, or draw to the jaw take one
Deranged lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggas would fear to walk in
Balance the talking, that galactic style as of a Vulcan
Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle, cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggas
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggas
Just tie your name next when I start to X
Giving out flex pains of death so fuck a rain check
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihliate your type if you violate
Making your blood rush, your pulse now at a higher rate