Intolerable

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Line up the red dot. Who know when your whole squad is gonna get chopped slung
keys like el chapo on my block until the five ran in kicked my door in on the spot
the scene leaping off like fire works on the 4th of july look into my eyes see the
deep blue sky and the world reflecting off the insides feeling the lies. You knew me
and now you don't but no doubt i'm a slayer in disguise a front that anyone can
despise your girl knows me as well as i know the inside of her thighs open i'm a book
but one that reads backwards open your ears and you can hear the pitter patter
open your eyes and you can see the blood splatter getting faded as i'm smoking this
shatter jeering and leering the haters having me flying away some say that i'm here
to stay and others so that i'm only here to play games i say i'm here to spit flames
like an untame dragon and cart the keys in by the wagons on wagons my appetite
isn't sated my brain going super sonic there is no delay and i'm killing the kids
who say that i can't spit bars that you'd spit in a week get out of here kid your shit
is weak can't compete with the freak a lyrical demon iv'e been able to manipulate
the game since i was just a bunch of semen swimming in the deep end every day
i'm getting deeper feeling the weed seep in its creeper the feeling alway's leaving
ya leaning i'm offensive with my forewards leave ya on the sidewalk screamin
broken legs shouldn't snitched on the demon total annihilation is what ya face and
your still squemish squandaring your dreams i couldn't believe it get in my zone and
you'll be packin up and leavin no competing for i will drill ya and have ya notice that this
kid is in fo sho and i can spit flows that would leave boogers hanging out your nose
like road cones i define who i am to the point where i'm colder than snow cones
must a been the drugs that's fucking ya'll up who gave ya that point at this balla
i'm an enigma i'm enigmatic my schematics are measured like mathematics
smoking bongs in attics to sta away from all the dope fiends and crack addicts
looking for a fix but in the night i was fixin em trap house slaying i was bewitching them
like a wicken im wicked with the flicker of fire in my soul slaying them hoes unnessacary was
the road on which i bowled over them og's like dominos making my way through
the flames like a fire house taunting and flaunting the game like a haunting and making it roll in pain
A misdirection hatred is the hearts infection hear these bars it's like the prophets resurrection gripping
My weapon move my feet I'm two stepping and for greatness I'm destined

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Mydnyt3
Member since July 5 2015

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