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Rusty Freestyle
- I let the choppa spit, nah it's the opposite, I'm talkin shit
- Thoughts of getting props on the level of pac but it's obnoxious, shit
- I'm a novice plus unconfident, someone help me unlock the shit
- I wanna spit it hot and shit like the Lox or on some Nastradomus, shit
- But watch me as the topic flips, my pen is slept on on some unconsciousness
- To me the only comp I get is to my comp and shit, but to me it's a compliment
- I'm constant hit with schemes that get me sickly aroused to make the condom fit
- Dreams to be conglomerate with phonics that's on some Dahmer shit
- I eat beats and leave feces on the producers tag line, fuck if you losers ask why
- I sound off with underground bombs, you try to step on me, you'll choose your land mine
- You can't land my damn mind and I can't lend it to help you understand my damn rhyme
- It's quite pathetic watching your life is endin' when I type this sentence or pull you in this van tryna get your hands tied
- Call Hotch and the BAU, when I go off then I see straight through
- All the plans, they try hard to get me behind bars, but I leave em blue
- I'm a criminal minded cynical, violent skitzo who's dyin'
- To give hoes a slit throat aligned with a big ol' pickle inside it
- But i'd rather spit dope with rhymes, than to risk goin' inside an'
- Have to be a savage, I'd rather ravage these rap faggots who are simple in mind an'
- School em, cuz it'd just be a simple assignment
- Let em kill me, I'll leave em my rhyme books so my eulogy can have some sick quotes provided
- I hit em with uppercuts in hopes that these thunder cunts
- Can muster up enough anger to try to tear this motherfucker up
- How many jabs can they take before they're mad and irate
- And put this pussy shit to the side and try to rap to be great
- And how do these bastard's re late, to rappers who dress in drag
- Rate em less than fags, mentally on some special Ed lesson plan
- I'll bring em to death in camps, like I'm on some Auschwitz
- Give em this gas, prodigious in fact, and then I'll let the choppa spit
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