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

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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

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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!