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"You're smoking another product of our undersea farm, these cigars are made from seaweed ...."

"Well they sure taste like the real thing."

I'm burning dipped stress

Off the hook

Just started battling

But murder's an addiction

Got bodies off the books since '93

Cops finally

Unearthing victims

Rappers found bleached in bathtubs in detergent stringents

Some end up converted and turned to Christians

My church is wicked

My goons actual physical beings

Who leave finger imprints

We'll throw your head down the front steps like Lincoln's

I'm a beast

Some scientist say Gigantopithecus linkage

You get left slumped

In a Plymouth

Front seat

Dead for sixty minutes

Eyes open

Showing teeth

Two bullet holes in your cheek

Icepick's still in it

My bar's are postal

I'll clip him

Like Tommy DeSimone

When he was fucking living

Beat your head in so bad

Your hair stitched to your fitted

I'll give him the business

Carry your head around in a duffel bag

Like a gymnast

Fuck the trash talk

I'd hate me too I'm bat balls

The lights are on but I'm clapped off

I dead bars like "last call"

Front, I'll knock your fronts to the asphalt

I snap wack rappers backs like I can snap straws

Back off, I'm seeing mirrors in fast forward

Eat this kid's face like bath salts

I spaz, I hope you end up dead in a bath offed

Critics and legends, goblins watching this

Smoke that choke and stay wetted

All haters please judge me and hate

I got Jonestown punch lines come and get it

Fuck the attention, I love the tension

Cult leader

Possessed reverend

I'm an oddity, so honor me

I'll skin you and wear your skin in front of you

Like, "What you think about my new outfit, no honestly?"

This gun isn't a model or novelty

This Glock will leave his roof pushed back like a Model-T

I hand out acid and capped bottled leak

I lay low like 2Pac in Greece, not for me

With an oil lamp my shadow boxes me

I'll turn this show to a circle pit

Everyone mosh with me

I'm higher than being in a spy-plane cockpit popping Es

I pop out like eyes on a crushed head

Mush sleds

Pull the ox out

My heart big enough to pull an ox plow

So this is hip-hop now?

A bunch of players standing around like a lockout

Hay bailing punches to leave a cow knocked out