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My laughter lacks for your disaster
my freestyle shines flows thick like laquer
from my LikeWhoa pipe
the shit drops hits day 'n night
now your ratios are slight
too caught up in your stats
so just take a bath
turn on some hot water
break outs the knife
for yer signup strife
whilst I slaughter yer wrists
thrice slices too nice
splice your phone lines
while I piss in time
to the beats of my traffic
golden showers drop on your head so drastic
between fits you cower in shame
spastic fits 'cause my shit's so insane
your joins disappear into my stats
roll with the punches no need for gats
has beens
wear your shave-o-matic depends
don't miss the traffic ballistics
join The Family
up your statistics
"conversion ratios"
that shit we coined
otherwise says your goodbyes
as we pierce your groin
n' tie you to my hearse
n' drive you in reverse
and drag
you lag
you fag
your ping times
declined.
i fucked your bitch for a dime
sorry for that disease
sorry about your CC's
I give two shits n' she said please
grab my circuit biscuits bitch
while I solder you a brain
hitch my example
lick this sample
RoboCop-out
refrain.
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