Yo,itz time i start ambushin thiz muh-fucka..

Yo,Disorderly the phoney whose tryna clone thee,
poetical master,asassin slash rappin pasture,
couldnt ever master this technique,
if you had a book and guidelines,you just too weak,
im sleek with finess,yes i move smoothe like the crimin-al,
the damage you inflict is critic-al,
like Al,but not jazeera,
im afraid you fear tha,
Ak,constant spraying of shells,
it aint hard to tell,
when i excel you fail,
to meet that standards of my level,
a rap rebel,sitting on another level,
my colour is gun metal,
gun butt you,but steadily melt you,
and felt the edge of the blade,i sway,
cant compare to the status right here,
young fresh on the mic,
psycologicaly got you psyched,
me being on fire and being iced,
you getting diced,
by the lyrical machete,
so be ready,come equipped,
with a full clip,
or prepare for your burial,
6 feet deep under solid concrete,
positioned right beneath my feet,
this is key,
your final breath is the mission complete.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

psycologicaly got you psyched,
me being on fire and being iced,
you getting diced,
by the lyrical machete,

:::oooo...eeee....:::::

<<<<<<<<<I take a thought and expand upon it.
I turn it around and upside down to get another perspective>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Thankz for peepin.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

fuck out of here A. K-Fed


my rhymes are like ya social skills flatten ya life line
muthafucka wants to battle on a saturday night time
you a lie, like every time you mention you carry nines
sorry son you only 9 Im kickin you out this time
my design blunted, enough kid I aint bluffin
stop whining, stop frontin, you AINT KILLIN NOTHING
you a ANUS, callin out an ALIAS to make you FAMOUS
it aint worth the ANGUISH, stop mangling LANGUAGE
stop ya orange tip gun talk-
god save the Queen, if she heard how her son talk
and knew that he bums cocks,
bum slut buckle up dumb fuck
rode with luck ya guts is ending up in a dump truck
dumbstruck, a ghetto stomp'll wake his ass quick fast
step in a real hood and cop out like piff grass
ASS, ya chance dwindles as you go out to a sad fiddle
im poppin shots at EMPRO u a monkey in the middle, hahahahahaha