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"Hood Bars"
- this flow is like air pumpin breath into chests,
- imma bomb on this shit &leave craters like meth,
- you say you rap it i live it,
- i'm in your hood in my pivot,
- holdin that thang that will put your brains in the back of your fitted,
- i do a little bit of everything but i rap alot,
- i'll smack you hard like your water catching belly flops,
- your a backyard brawler i'm a prize fighter,
- i mark shit out like a highlighter,
- silencer on the mack sounds like a typewriter,
- full clip will light up your whip like knight rider,
- or maybe i'll grab the AK with the shoulder strap,
- you'll be the first body on it like a yoga mat,
- your style of rap this how i define it,
- back to back punches with no power behind it,
- mine are show stoppers you thought you were nice till you heard mine,
- i don't have to throw mine back to back i'll hit you hard on the first time,
- boy i'm a monster like a digimon,
- your better off picking fights with some prison moms,
- i'll stick this rifle in your grill like a shish kabob,
- pull the trigga knock your head off like ikabob, (ikabob crane)
- kid you couldn't see me in 3D or PG,
- and after this battle you'll be washed up like seaweed,
- my shit bangs like a locker in gym class,
- and if i blast the four fifth you'll need shit bag &a skin graph,
- in the hood i posted up with the strap,
- bandanna on like a war in iraq,
- i keep the fourty all black push you fourty yards back,
- then uppercut you through the roof like mortal combat,
- your light weight i'm steak dinner your rice cakes,
- lines are sharp &their cold like the blade on a ice skate,
- i'll be damned if i ever letta nigga choose my fate,
- like motorcross imma handle these bars till the bike breaks,
- money's longer than train smoke i see more green than a hippie,
- i watch my money like i got four eyes mississippi, (4 i's)
- you gotta semi automatic i'm comin with the fully,
- duct tape, trash bags a shovel &a pulley,
- got the grave already dug so everything is all goody,
- then i'll take a ax to your neck &leave your head in your hoody,
- i come harder than the beams up in steel structures,
- i'll give your ass body shots till your spleen ruptures,
- i got a shotty for your car i call it black thunder,
- and imma bang it at your bucket like a street drummer,
- this diabetic's running out of lives he needs a lifesaver,
- i raise havok like king kong on a sky scraper,
- put the gun under your chin BANG! violate ya,
- leave your brains hanging from the ceiling like fly paper,
- Rep misses a u g a and now i'm going global/
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