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[MorphineRoberts]

(Taste of Apocalypse)
Its war b*tch, Black menage crime, sickest gore sh*t./
For sure click when I handle nines,
HIT THE FLOOR b*tch!/
Candle spines rib cages flat line- we lost em./
Took this fruit salad for his thousand island then tossed em./
I pop ni**as vest and they lean, them ni**as sausage./
I vibe ni**as chest from they spleen,
SWIM IN COFFINS!/
Guerilla watchin ni**as chimpin in the street,
a ni**a Tarzan./
My Killers loftin while watchin the art that we flailin off em./
Its tool time till the hammerin stop, pick the lock man!/
Matterfact blast that mothafucka off- get the goup fam!/
Get the loot, stash the bricks, flush the raw, get the rocks and./
Lace bosilium toxins through the strip and clip the watchmen./

(Puerto Rican Panda)
Penny bodies w/ extended clips and mini shotties./
I'm a mastabeta(masturbater) screamin: Alpha Kenny Body!/
Yes I'll tuck any glock piece under my waistline in silence./
through the projects, pop it and tall ni**as play hobbit./
And its not personal, I'm just payin my ballz homage./
And lettin pimps know who really in this ***** raw doggin./
The boss of all Honchos
Black fit, white tee dark poncho./
Sombrero over mi eyes so you cant see what I thought
Yo I be playin in the park w/ those tacos./
talkin scanners that make ni**as flatline like barcodes./
Kids be runnin up on the god like they drawers swole./
Still shootin dogwater, plus is Superman on those./
Get yo adam apple married to yo tonsils./
When I choke the pigment out of his skin, he'll turn Albino./
My name echo through streets like the rhino./
And I shine w/ an ultraviolent bling on vynals./

I am so bored that I do alot of spur of the moment sh*t. I've written sh*t to fill 9 shoe boxes.

shoe boxes, tool cockin obstruse huge objects./
Obtuse coffins, Dual shots extended, chubaca
sh*t that soundoff with wookie farcries in Federations./
My meditations perservation of chi, I'm levitatin
Featherweightin from a veteran's basement, tools'll speak./
The bullet from my ruger be executed beautifully./
We can G unit in 3 munichs uprootin mutinies./
Scrutiny, its brutal how i shoot MCs./
Like a poodle down a new chimny, a perfect fit./
Pervertic spit, to surface swiftly, surgeant murder sh*t./
Malpractice w/ foul gadgets from mecidine cabinets extract a hatchet and talon yo battlers into sandwiches./
i handle it, good damn it a maverich verbal gatlin spit./
Spur of the moment non premeditated (**** the adlibs.)/

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