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I'm the local serial killa, straight up in ya neighborhood

Send ya to hell, makin' sure ya stay for good

Surv be makin' children run a lot more than a pacer could

Put your head up against a fucking stove till your brain is cooked

Soak the room in hopeless gloom fill up the blood meter

When it come to rappin' status static I'm the defeater

Flow the type to go and write a verse to come eatch'a

The words are cocked back pop caps like guns leach ya,

Even if I spit a limerick my simple puns beat ya

2000 pounds per slap, you'd rather let pun beat ya

You fuckers just uncaged the beast

I'm ROA, take my tools and paint the streets,

Hate state, can't wait to enrage in feast

Elated beats, but a hatred theme,

Patiently waiting seems fate is me,

Say to me case is clean faced with C's

In ya face ya B, races be hastily

Hatefully untastefully hate fuh me

Is stupid, don't try to bait with me,

Cause this shit is no mans land,

I ain't afraid to ever throw damn hands

Got big clubs like the conan man

This flow kicks and leaves foes slammed and

Got no respect for you whining bitches

Your life is at stake like salem witches

Go back and die in the grimy kitchen

If you think of writing disses rhyming writtens,

This time you're gettin' a 9 sticked within your head,

Keep talkin' and it's bang bang, you're dead