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This blackbuoy talkin 'jive' like da label,/ i got unstable elements that will smack truth on false fabels/, scripts that travel thru like bullets from a barrel/, my gangsta apparel can't be pierced with an arrow/, Eddie's lyrical tendencies equal to a critical 'felony',/ i'm precise 'behind bars' like a 'criminal's penalty',/ u seem emotional, a wanna-be psychotic, u envy me,/ but if u wanna be 'nuts', i bust a nut wit yo wifey sexually,/ when i'm dunn wit u i can see u in a box bleedin,/ run thru ya funeral for corrupt reasons,/ us d real breeds slaughter 'da goat' to celebrate seasons,/ after dis cypher thank tha almighty if u still breathin,/wackers got u feelin yoself an that u can flow,/ but ofoka cannot 'spit', therefore he must 'swallow'/, i'm deadly, u female orifice, u ain't ready,/ u a d*ck lovin, scrotum lickin,dude named ofoka/ i can't picture u pumpin a tech with that/probably sum pumps and a dress with that/. VERBAL UPPERCUT, boy pick ya ass up and get yo ass handed to u again,
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