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Published on Jun 21, 2012
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Fuck the dear and pleasantries and hoping it's time... I'm coming dope like some coke on the opening line... cause if I have 15 seconds and less to impress I'mma nakedly address, Megan fox in a prom dress... failure breeds success so the hate just correlates like teen pregnancies and a increase in abortion rates while housewifes sweat up the heat that I bring I got Justin Beiber leading the polygamy ring If I ever go worldwide like a spot on a tour I'll be talking to some people who I wouldn't before ''Bud lights'' pop ''coors'' for my cause they ignored and jevoah's my witness that you'll come knockin' on my door I got fans calling me out so I must confess this... like a broken answering machine I forgot to leave the message cause this is pure, raw lyricism it ain't an excorism putting the spirit of the lyrics in em' by force, hit the internet with no remorse I'll open ''sores'' then ''infect'' you like a trojan horse as if I might-go-soft, not programmed with Linux operate against the system while you mimic the gimmick This is dope shit, so sit and focus bitch... got record labels asking where the hell the chorus is? I'll leave you fakes exposed ...alcohol anonymous hack into the system then I'm posting up the sign up list! show me what ironic is... you shouting from the bleachers? or butt ugly plastic surgeons fucking with your facial features!? I practice what I preech, you best believe it As if I gotta pay a preacher not to pray to jesus! The bible belt is tryna strangle god first With more dirt then a carpet skirt in a catholic church but if you don't want truth... enjoy your drugs and food I can spread a cancerous sickness like FDA approved! Degrassi, I'll set a scene you better stay in school with bum rap actors, just dumb enough to play the fools! Who are you to tell me what my claim to fame is? Tell me your favourite rapper, I'll tell you where I aim is. So fall back little pawn and play position cause while you play chest, the kings playin' racial division. Protest music, it's the way that we listen. Cause' your autograph ain't shit if it's on a petition! I fornicate mind states innate with the poetry and if it goes over her head I'm all up in her ovaries and sex sells in history, so vision this bitch... Showing more skin then fur trading exhibitionists You actin hard while the TSA teabags yah' at airports like Rush Limbaugh on some Viagra I hate liberals too... we share the same vein! until' I got him poppin' Oxycontin for my pain... cause to the press, your never white and a crackhead you better find a fucking black actress instead. I rap, don't act like knowledge don't apply to me I spent all day in the lab cooking posion for the Ivy League I gotta dollar, these bitches holla for pradda, ah' product of a king, lion hakuna matata lyrical slaughter, your youngest daughter won't debate it play it in the basement, PG-13 and still underrated. Damn right I'm jaded, the cost of rap is inflated... Like a mother of a prostitute asking you how you made it? Aided by the hatred of everything you've become we burried melody to the last chorus you sung I took a swig of the propane, fuel for an arsonist lacking oxygen for these flames like I'm starving it. Attack a golf course, course a tiger wood start shit then knock obama off his golf cart, get on par with it an aids victim, bed ridden, cancer in his system with no dick but got a pot to piss in mrsa stricken, eating flesh no finger lickin' the plot thickens, typhoid mary up in his kitchen Mr. Salmonella will tell ya, no ones iller. Lyrikill, lyrikilled, lyrikill killer.