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Front Range
- I start off with a sawed off caught off from north york
- When I talk bitches walk and try to stalk on AMAC dot org
- I'm a hawk make the bitches eat chalk and end up in the morgue
- Too good I could just put you stood covered in soot in the hood
- That would be to violent but it'll keep you silent
- You creep like private but I'm highest like a pot client
- So stop that pirate he ain't licensed he's a migrant
- But that's biased like the highland fly there pilot
- He on a diet cos he's the widest but he's got a trident
- So giant he'll start a riot part the finest
- To vibrant like a hydrant so he is not the driest
- But ain't the brightest he's the least wisest of the ripest
- A slap for a G then he'll log out from boredom
- Cos rap without me is like the NBA without Jordan
- Too much misfortune for kids surviving abortion
- Conniving little shits often cos simple quits
- I drop bombs in many bars nonstop, you envy
- I got drop more C4 than a Carter fan times four
- I martyr a ban on rhymes too good when you lured
- I drop so much when you call out it's such a fallout
- Leave radioactive dust believe tactics you lust
- You bust expansive attaches so adaptive
- They turn passive and learn massive and relaxes
- Steal brasses real plastics and another captive blacksmith
- Yeah... And you don't stop...
- Cos It's one eight seven on an undercover cop
- Cos my gun ain't 'Wesson make you suffer a shot
- Cos my fun faint suppression on another squad
- Yeah... And you don't stop...
- Cos I'm a bi polar so never trust me I'm strange
- Cos I'm sci and solar treasure an adult he named
- Cos I'm my own soldier altogether in the front range
- {x2}
- Some bitches get the best education and many riches
- But the rest in desperation cos they ain't ambitious
- Here are imitation of malicious fishes
- Penetration for your girlfriend vicious like missiles
- It was "hot head" you've been crafted on the workbench
- You fuckhead it gutted like a crackhead who's herded
- To godsend his worded for salvaged tablets
- He's got no talents just habits can't shoot even with practice
- Too malice to loot his status on mute in his barracks
- No palace too landless too anxious for an actress
- I'm big like planets you can take swig from these maggots
- Go bite a cactus or fight on campus you might
- I'm right so you should go fuck yourself you whiny kid
- You could tuck your health in some shiny shit you smells
- Like a crap it excels tiny you can't even rap
- Can't even fuck so you fap "Good luck! BITCH!"
- Yeah... And you don't stop...
- Cos It's one eight seven on an undercover cop
- Cos my gun ain't 'Wesson make you suffer a shot
- Cos my fun faint suppression on another squad
- Yeah... And you don't stop...
- Cos I'm a bi polar so never trust me I'm strange
- Cos I'm sci and solar treasure an adult he named
- Cos I'm my own soldier altogether in the front range
- {x2}
- I hear "Almighty god" fuck him he ain't here
- In fact he ain't even near so act like he's so dear
- So you hate a queer you create a fear for your kind
- So I'll show you my behind you know that now
- You cause religious wars for fictitious honors
- You fucking god lovers "Ever heard of Dinosaurs?"
- You shot fuckers never hit dirt for chores on the curb
- Well go disturb some other nerd rhyming the word "Brother"
- Bitch please I Swiss cheese any diss to these to piss
- So go miss a shot kiss a bot cos you're this
- So many gang it's blood clot the bitch I'll bang in my hut
- It's called luck you cock suck I stock I don't give a FUCK!
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