you talk shit, you gonna regret it, fuck it, you said it,
watch your mouth fool I'm on the move,
time to pay, for the words you say, one level of pain on display,
bitch back off, to late your bitch is spread out, you jack off,
keep wishin that you was dead off,
Can't understand it, let me explain, all that shit you talked drove me insane,
but my brain swells and my ears bleed,
an all the bad level of attack is overrated, remember that,
heads get cracked with baseball bats,
I love the sound it makes when it pings, I even love it when my ears ring,
stomp on suckers every second,
leave you with no sign of recollection, rearrange your whold memory section,
disease infection, overnight I doe slowly,
covered by corn stalks, protected by oak trees,
freeze muthafuckas, get your hands in the air muthafuckas,
this ain't a game I don't take shit, I slit necks because,
catchin the buzz and keepin a look out for the fuzz,
if I get hit by the cops I'm goin out like Val Kilmer,
heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb and then watchin em simmer,
pain is a beautiful thing it makes my spine shiver
murder for hire better believe I deliver,
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if you think somebody's dissin you they prolly are,
so far all I been hearin is playa hatin.
moving with the speed of a robot, sonic exhaust,
chronic fumes gin fuel and tonic,
half of the world is corrupt and alive, other half is depressed and they wanna die
I.S.I. why ask why, realize there is a killer in your face,
look him in the eyes before your body dies,
I'ma grab your soul straight up out your chest,
put it in my black jar, with all the rest,
of the competition, pack rhymes with precision,
eliminatin adversaries and all of our divisions are cuttin like and incision,
while other suckers are missin,
with enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuition,
take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher an ill preacher preaching an sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the dead mans song,
he's got and X on his head so I know he knows whats goin on,
and the brain dead people always say right on,
they got 10 on the weed cuz we all high arms,
we let bygones be bygones and then dismiss,
your wack ass bitches in the abyss, duck the diss,
cuz you let your colors show too many times, it goes way deeper htan rhymes,
fuck a beat cuz I rock like acapella, crazy ass fella, used to fuck Cinderella,
in the back of a pumpkin coach, smokin roach after roach,
fuck her all night, and in the morning make me french toast,
coast to coast,
drop knowledge like a teacher, I.S.I. in this bitch we play the preachers,
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