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stone
look nigga, my flyness is on auto pilot/
i hover above u haters and drop shit on the car u drive in/
bird's eye view, see u niggas from a high altitude/
and you mothafuckas lookin like falcon food/
bunch of field mice running around in the outback/
get found with ya snap back and ya back snapped in a mouse trap/
mom's cryin that you missin in ya local news paper article/
body reekin in a Lincoln trunk, same state as Payton's audible/
i gives a fuck where u from, ya origin don't mean shit/
fuck what set u claim, how much money u got, and the niggas u seen wit/
fuck who ever's the champion and fuck who ever's a fan of him/
cuz u niggas pussy period...too much blood to stick a tampon in/
blood
Say my name & die...fuck wrong wit u,
What I tote can (token) kill u like selling death at a carnival,
What I tote can (toke in) kill u like poisonous marijuana do,
"flyness on autopilot"? I'll 9/11 bin Laden u,
U a falcon? So....you're an active bird nigga,
Well these guns put stuff in u like they taxidermin ya,
U just warming up? I'm always engulfed in flames,
I'm making stone look like a bitch kus dats how sculptures made,
"IAMEARLSTONE"........well I shoot chrome,
my AIM REAL good so I'll autograph ya tombSTONE
stone
straight out of kevorkian class, lift up the scorpion mask/
leave a faggot engulfed in flames with a fork up his ass/
i see you tote cans of garbage with that horrible trash/
i don't do tombstones, i play target practice with the urn they pour in your ash/
fuck it, i'll shoot the nigga that poured in your ash/
then head straight to the morgue and shoot up the coroner's staff/
grab the autopsy report from the lab,
post it on facebook tag ya sister, mom and dad in less than a four minute lapse/
these are just warmin up laps, flow go over ya head/
like halos that glow over the dead
blood
A trail of dead bodys left in a warrior's path,
Yo path like when lucky made chicago walk...joe torry was mad,
Bars...my gun bang in da club like it recorded a smash,
New gauge & when dat 12 point 5 it ain't a quarter in half,
If u get ya door kicked in dat would make u forfeit da match,
Plus leave u NUMB in da ER...u thought it was math,
My lines keep me "in"sane but I got borderless raps,
His girl a slut but dis pussy wife her (white fur) like korin da cat
look nigga, my flyness is on auto pilot/
i hover above u haters and drop shit on the car u drive in/
bird's eye view, see u niggas from a high altitude/
and you mothafuckas lookin like falcon food/
bunch of field mice running around in the outback/
get found with ya snap back and ya back snapped in a mouse trap/
mom's cryin that you missin in ya local news paper article/
body reekin in a Lincoln trunk, same state as Payton's audible/
i gives a fuck where u from, ya origin don't mean shit/
fuck what set u claim, how much money u got, and the niggas u seen wit/
fuck who ever's the champion and fuck who ever's a fan of him/
cuz u niggas pussy period...too much blood to stick a tampon in/
blood
Say my name & die...fuck wrong wit u,
What I tote can (token) kill u like selling death at a carnival,
What I tote can (toke in) kill u like poisonous marijuana do,
"flyness on autopilot"? I'll 9/11 bin Laden u,
U a falcon? So....you're an active bird nigga,
Well these guns put stuff in u like they taxidermin ya,
U just warming up? I'm always engulfed in flames,
I'm making stone look like a bitch kus dats how sculptures made,
"IAMEARLSTONE"........well I shoot chrome,
my AIM REAL good so I'll autograph ya tombSTONE
stone
straight out of kevorkian class, lift up the scorpion mask/
leave a faggot engulfed in flames with a fork up his ass/
i see you tote cans of garbage with that horrible trash/
i don't do tombstones, i play target practice with the urn they pour in your ash/
fuck it, i'll shoot the nigga that poured in your ash/
then head straight to the morgue and shoot up the coroner's staff/
grab the autopsy report from the lab,
post it on facebook tag ya sister, mom and dad in less than a four minute lapse/
these are just warmin up laps, flow go over ya head/
like halos that glow over the dead
blood
A trail of dead bodys left in a warrior's path,
Yo path like when lucky made chicago walk...joe torry was mad,
Bars...my gun bang in da club like it recorded a smash,
New gauge & when dat 12 point 5 it ain't a quarter in half,
If u get ya door kicked in dat would make u forfeit da match,
Plus leave u NUMB in da ER...u thought it was math,
My lines keep me "in"sane but I got borderless raps,
His girl a slut but dis pussy wife her (white fur) like korin da cat
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