. . Ive murked him once . . but this time Ill take him down and bring him 'Low well' without taking him to 'massachussets'!!

I own 'HELL', so I make the 'Devil' PAY-RENT||
Rap has no Murder(Mother) or father, so I phucked and killed HipHop to be the WELL known step rap PARENT||
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To my haters, I know you're waiting for Diss(These), I gave you Dart(That) I know you expect a REPLY||
But just for the record, I 'Reap What I Sow', and I remembered I 'Sowed The Truth' and never will I 'REAP-LIE'(Reply)||

Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances
Your family tree, I will break branches
Lil' Wayne President Carter
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I listen to your demo tape and act like I dont like it
6 months later you hear your lyrics on my ish
Eminem Im Shady

Listen up..

I feel like destroying ya paraphernalia then murder you like paraquate if y'all wack rappers TRY TO SNIFF ME||
Look, I'ma phenobarbitonicaly put you to 'Sleep' like 'Dmx' if you TRY TO BEEF ME||
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My tongue is a 'Two Crosed Pivoted Blade' so back off before a 'SCISSORS'-TEARS-YOU||
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I will smack your ass crack your lungs and then STAFF-YOU-IN-A-MUZZLE||
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Reshufle ya style 'Dawg' and go 'Bark'/back to pray till JESUS-HEARS-YOU||
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You're a useless textcee.. I will hack your tongue and then GRAPH-YOU-IN-A-PUZZLE||
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You're 'Weak', PRICK-HEAD like a 'Week' which has no WEEK-END||
This guy is LYRICALLY-CHALANGED and PHYSICALLY-ARRANGED with his stress, I guess the dudes been WEAKENED||
You keep on spitting the same ish like a magic spell.. Its like my first bar got you on REPLAY||
I murder you with a microphone like a beat made by a LAME-DJ||
Strangle and handle your soul and body on parabolic crucifix and sell EM-ON-EBAY||

Im like a 'Hindu Exercise' and well descplined aiming at 'Spiritual Mental' and PHYSICAL-WELL-BEING||

I spit venoms and fear no lyrical flames nor wack rivals like am a LYRICAL-HELL-KING||

I ventriloquistically entertain demons inside THE-DEVIL||

And contrast the 'Hells Viciousness' just to take over 'Satans' place when I spin THE-LEVEL|| hehe

My unkown bars leave scars on 'Catholic Peeps' making 'Romans' wanna start wipping 'Jews' on THEY-BACK||

Flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer.. And brutally beat ya a$$e$ up like RYBAK||

UGH!!

I microculously defend the game from the invading forces of swag rapping like jesus did to KING-JABIN||

230 pounds_a 'Hammer' nail they faiths to a psychological thirty sess grenade like BIN-LADIN||

Now its officer Lamy, everybody put ya hands up||
'Sick Bars' like a prison that is 'Throwing Up'||

I'm on the 'Top' though, few know am 'fly'||
But I still 'Lay Low' like a 'Dead Guy'||

Yo,

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