Metalface... doom Operation...
... doomsday By...
the way I,
read up on bad dreams Bag
up screams in fiftys Be
up on mad schemes That
heat shop like jiffy-pop(pop) In
a instant Get
smoked like winston Ciggarettes
get ripped off like nicorette (patch)
real life The
real trife scene Might
snatch ya life like a-ssault machine Rifle
up setup like bull-fight Be
blunted how we like Couldn't
white or in full flight The
me anti-social On
the run off the gun Death
tally commercial Death
like rehearsal to the streets To
my peeps G
on the beat Rhymes
chosen like the weapons of war So
keep from steppin on my floor Or
bring it to ya'll motherfuckers Master
disaster cause- Hell-
gas drawls The
super villain- Cooler
than a million I
be chillin Still
quick to slice squares like sicilian Don't
make me have to hurt them feelins Ill
ruin you in the dirt that I be doin in my dealins Sendin
spirits through the ceilin'- Chrome
the comforts of your own home Grown
and high rollin' I
hold the lye- It
keeps the sty on my eye swollen' Holdin...
as massive-versatile Id,
like to big-em-up monster-isle Uummm...
saw you in hell wit dem gas drawls To...
my brother Subroc- And
black ju I crack brew for- Two
more three, men two, up I,
hit the brew up like- Nobody
X the unseen feels When
givin crews a brush with death like between meals Two
times a day Wit
brothers that's tight like a noose Wit
more rhymes in use than doctor seuss Or
mot in'*****mother goose X
is da suspicious flirter Who
every hooker hearda' Next
to malicious murda' A
track type vicious Fulfillin
the pipe wishes May
?????? be legal Minus
the baby eagle Any
given summers eve- Don't
shots I do believe- And
one up the sleeve Master...
of the O Who
predict ya last pause- I
told ya'll Hell
and gas drawls- Breakin-
and plastic jaw- Like
federal drastic law Fed
up from fightin' secret war Wit'
them fantastic four- (invisible
Doom wit' the metal face Before
I go to state The
ho better settle case The
flow is at pedal pace Steady
like tricycles Beware
all suckas is froze like icicles (bag...
'em up) And
baggin' b s*****like nickels Cause
I licked 'em where they tickle Before
I hit the c though*** imma spit till I pronounce More
hits than a ounce no doubt About
ta bounce X,
the unannounced- I'm
I like to give a shoutout To,
the brother jet-jaguar Megalon...
King Ghidra I...
call this joint right here Gas...
hell wit yours
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