TK pls son becarful u don wanna beef up wif the BOMB
so now u callin us hoes wif blood well here is something for u bitches
nothing really jus a free if u wanna beef up hey i will be here belive me
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l TROCK & DARKBLOOD ayo yall callin emcees out, pussies ´fraid of stiches/
y´all bitches, callin emcees out thats not-specific/y´all missin/
not ready for these words that i be dishin/
noone call my name out since my styles have proved milicious/
i got pistols/
i spray cats grindin friction like pistons, fuel efficient, steady but saftey ratings still an issue/
y´all stand yo ground round me but keep distance/
since my keyboard been tickin, exploding cats into submission/
i battle cats with street vision/
see them grinnin/
then grin too after shuttin em down with pure fission/
my mouth viscious/
my fingers performs viral incisions/
with battle records like mines i got little a** left for kissin/
so dont walk in on scat pissin/
hungry like gorillas/
eating scat alive you´ll only get a fat a** Dick for dinner/
y´all scared, i know, i see it in yo eyes, the vertigo/
the no shows that couldnt pack rows with their measly flows/
the bitch hoes, that step getting left with dislocated elbows....severed limbs, no timbs and broken toes/
so call me out bitch, some greedy new jack hungry for the title/
underestimating his rival and not ready for my recital/
not ready to give up the functions of his vitals/
i play organs at the wake of those emcees thats suicidal/the invite is open, read and givin you paper cuts/
y´all got guts come on and i´ll wrap em around my nuts/
i fire shots, taking instant flight like astronauts/
so jump at the oppertunity like circus acrobats/
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DB i am out
holler if ya wanna beef or wanna ask me something
