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....In the hood it ain't hard to slide through an easy hoe...Good girls are tha same...just keep shit on tha low...Its a lie when they say..."I'm tryna take it slow"....And trust, I should kno..ahead of tha race....like I started before the "go"....How tha fuck I got myself under attack?...shooting at my image....with mah enemies gat...whateva I'm thinkin, is what it is..fuck ya facts...and fuck bitches who be flaunting fat stacks...whack so called rap..ya CD screaming...."Please put me back!!!" Don't say you hard...when you rapping so mildly...ain't hitting nothing...ya swinging to wildly...I don't tear shit up quietly...I do it loud and violently...Torture you, slit ya throat...chop you up, silently....Me, Brain damaged? Hmm define it...your head, grate or grind it? Hide ya remainders so well...Clifford the red dog cant even find it..

  KiNg-Go0B3r:

guns fire, go hide, slow ride, creeps by
no lie, late night, outside, trying to get inside
least by, seven or eight, but way before nine
thats when the gangs come out at night, no lie
they pop gats, don't ask why, got question and needs answers
but they don't ask why, they just need a reason, to give fright
to the one they know, wont get up and fight, but i
i would go and the get and queeze back, bye
but they'll just be gone untill another night, another ride
drive by, can't sleep tight, gats gripped tight, bullets fly
you dodge, but its only a matter time, till you lose a life

  N/A:

Slowly me and Goobs unleashing rap blasphemy, to whack catastrophe's, nah fuck dat, get ya feelings hurt and "RAP AFTER ME"....Shhhh no opinions, no advice...my own hands I'll slice...put it over fire...feel the burn...with no ice. Never wanted picture perfect...picking daises, or maybe...I wanted my life amazing like grace be. I'd kill you, bring you back...so I could do it twice...ceremony's date precise...ya death so poor...ya casket wasn't advertised. Wreak havoc...on weak fagots...Claiming to speak/ with strong tactics...a sweet practice...when I cut ya body up into neat fragments. Mah son Goobs squeezing lyrical cannons...Releasing bombs, filled with poetry passion....But still leave you feelin like a hoe...down on her knees thrashing.....Tha blowing impact is massive....(where's tha lighter?)...Can't picture street fighter without action....Migraines bashing....wrap you in a sheet....soaked with acid...

  KiNg-Go0B3r:

BURN IT UP!!!!!!!!
like r.kelly
graze them into ashes and
leave these niggas smelly
oh shit here comes the heli-
copters, cause they know i got choppers
and i ain't afraid to use it on some coppers
wat the hell is nickle to a mother fucking copper
these niggas out here coppers while im plated gold
made of gold, hated cause i makes it gold
and if you didn't know, i spit out that gold flow
rap after me??? naw you can't even tap into me
my skill is somewhere up in the sky
pass mt.olympic g
VA hooked up with NYC
now this collab is creating disastery's
....ah shit son....
battle already one, brain damage has been done
brain gone, soaked up like a sponge
damn....my spit weights a ton
wrecking like a ball of demolition

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I won't murder an instrumental...I'll kidnap it....Swinger...and wife swap it...yeah I'd beat that...wear protection...better wrap it. Never hesitant...you nice?.... Thats irrelevant...cuz u ain't fucking nothing...nigga you celibate. I could leave you inside out...Ya mind in the street....while ya head on tha couch....(Ouch). Wanna call 911? I am the ambulance...See, you don't stand a chance.....destroyed ya shit...now I'll piss on tha aftermath. Ya face, I could smash it...*grabs a knife*...Rather slash it....I'm thinkin of puttin a price on ya head...and I'll cash it...the money, won't stash it...Fun time's over...ya heart I just gashed it...Always below me...so blow me, then use my cum as ya chapstick.....

  KiNg-Go0B3r:

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