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Trip 6 is the GOAT, I use a pen ta kill (pentacle) these mindless servants of the light
I’ma burn you alive, your ‘bars are numbered’ like the side of some merchandise
This guy is a worthless mite, ya gonna die in a furnace like I rewinded the German Reich
Broke bitch couldn’t ‘turn a profit’ (prophet) if you went back in time ‘n inverted Christ
Can’t top your bars? Guess again. I been (w)rappin’ ‘circles round stars’ like pentagrams
Ya squad better scram, I’ll put them ‘fake G’s in check’ like Jordan Carver at a breast exam
You’re assed out if you think I care what some fat brown ass clown has to rap bout
I’ll throw ya ‘spine in a trash can’, go tell ya chiropractor you ‘threw ya back out’
Everywhere you go you’ll see a barrel, that’s Dixie Kong, Munk, he (monkey) a bitch
After I boot his (Buddhist) temple, I’m into bettin’ (Tibetan) Munk eats a clip
I’ll slice ya eyelids with tin snips ‘n make you watch me kill ya five kids ‘n mistress
Then I’ll laugh as you beg to ‘feel their presence’ (presents) like blind kids on Xmas
Listen man, just admit you’re gay, we’ll understand, we’re all God’s civilians
Or else you’ll be dead by the time you ‘come out the closet’ like Robin Williams
You’re B9 (benign), I’m malignant, this a K9 to an infant, a P2 (pea to) a sinkhole
You ‘n Earl thought you was killers, but you ain’t never C1 B4 I8 U2 N1…Bingo!
I’ma burn you alive, your ‘bars are numbered’ like the side of some merchandise
This guy is a worthless mite, ya gonna die in a furnace like I rewinded the German Reich
Broke bitch couldn’t ‘turn a profit’ (prophet) if you went back in time ‘n inverted Christ
Can’t top your bars? Guess again. I been (w)rappin’ ‘circles round stars’ like pentagrams
Ya squad better scram, I’ll put them ‘fake G’s in check’ like Jordan Carver at a breast exam
You’re assed out if you think I care what some fat brown ass clown has to rap bout
I’ll throw ya ‘spine in a trash can’, go tell ya chiropractor you ‘threw ya back out’
Everywhere you go you’ll see a barrel, that’s Dixie Kong, Munk, he (monkey) a bitch
After I boot his (Buddhist) temple, I’m into bettin’ (Tibetan) Munk eats a clip
I’ll slice ya eyelids with tin snips ‘n make you watch me kill ya five kids ‘n mistress
Then I’ll laugh as you beg to ‘feel their presence’ (presents) like blind kids on Xmas
Listen man, just admit you’re gay, we’ll understand, we’re all God’s civilians
Or else you’ll be dead by the time you ‘come out the closet’ like Robin Williams
You’re B9 (benign), I’m malignant, this a K9 to an infant, a P2 (pea to) a sinkhole
You ‘n Earl thought you was killers, but you ain’t never C1 B4 I8 U2 N1…Bingo!
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