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Educated Guessor, Always on the money
I see you lames as lessor, fond of trying to rise above me
never be the victors, squad is sprinting with faulty prosthetics
they hardly found out running shit, ya'll gamers not gangsters
why you talk like you thuggin then, you hang among a circumference
that's bunched up with a couple hundred kids that's absolutely
see through and each fool is nothing but a fucking bitch
mumbling how you gonna jump me yet
yall punks are scared to get fucking hit? aint that some fuckin shit
you'll see the hunters grin as soon as the thunder crept
blade from crocodile dundee gripped to your jugular
feel you swallowing gulps as it bumps the tip
Rap Brian Posehn with the mic's iron exposed just like 9's to the dome sight of your hopelessness
3rd eye woke when he toked a spliff
levitate though torso is motionless
travel the world, dragonaut soaring through cosmic forceful winds
get high in fortresses toking ces with ghosts n shit
tell the apparition to quit yappin or just pass the spliff then
genius going mad just like a mathematician trying to find the
meaning of life adding up natural algorithms
bullies on that mastif shit, will get ruined tryin'a
challenge this C.H.U.D.
you should just relax instead of have this turn into a
disasterous image, and you aint bad or wicked with your clan of
pansy bitches, quit frontin on that gangster shit then
I'm blastin Sabbath in Baghdad as you
princes prance through Demascus
Rod bearded and look mad like Zach Galianfanakis is
glimpse of garden shears in a bookbag to actually slash up a bastard
paralyze you doubt you'll try to stand through the wrath
it's a plethora of havoc and madness.
Your goons masked up? And gettin stabbed up
like fat lips under a damn clit. I gaurantee catastrophe
for your asses tryin'a challenge this faction of slashers and batshit
bastards swaggin with ghastly haberdashery
casually dish out some heated passionate anger
road rage on str8 mad max smegma crazy shit mask like I'm Vader
you're all practically endangered and soon your chances are getting
vaguer, tell Tommy Hewiit we got a massacre for later
(chainsaw revving up)

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