Guillotine

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black hood, ominous,
crowd screaming off with his,
head, right at the esophagus,
ice with this,
killer with no conscience, im nice with this,
body length, executioner's blade, and i dont miss,
tell him his, times running like an hour glass,
slaughter him, slit him in the neck like a terrorist,
gush his wrists,
wanna battle me, i will turn you to a pacifist,
pass a fist, and i'll chop em like a jihadist,
he had his, chance, the rapper's left heinous,
Well.I.Am shakespeare with this,
so I leave him disgraced, with my bars pierced in his anus,
crime scene outlined, got his body looking like hieroglyphs,
flags on the battleships, shoulda known what was in the treasure chest,
not gold, gats and vests,
missiles pointed right at your chest,
you're prey lost in the darkness,
and im a black panther hunting like Malcolm X,
hit you with the cannon, leave you clustered like a complex,
molest the beat with my tongue, thats forced sex,
with no rubber on, i bust with the ferocity of a t-Rex,
straight through, the tube, wiggling, headed to fertilize your daughters eggs,
im in my ya head, penetrated like ultraviolet, talking straight violence,
violins at the funeral, then a moment of silence,
his soul rests in peace, but i left him in pieces,
a million pieces burnt, resting in my pipe like ashes.

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cannabinol
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