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[sikdragon]

Yo, bust it up like y'all aint got naah idea at all where it's from- it's like the bastard's brought his own gun, what kinda shit's it done? pickin it up fasta than ya brain's on drugs can masta the fact that its dumb- shit bitches what kind stitch wishes to get hit with this bat from the sky, run- passin' it up like ya down on ya luck from the like's of a casino's loan, but shunned- it's this respect for a nun in her presence and yet when it lessens and her back's turned- the waves of words can end up like flirts with disaster where'd the faster shit spurn- it's durn shame that the lame cant walk, but the f**k's that got to do with your yearn- to spread shit behind the back's of the last of the master piece, they better than you cuz you make it so- they spittin solo that your ass in the back cant hear it, so you sneer it and smear it up like woah- blistered, this catastrophe is the bizzness of tha plastered fee, you pay the loan back just a little and you let it slip and go- down the drain with the pain of it's self- the blessedness of the tested mess of this world's back's biggest woe- got the mic in hand and find the span as i look 'round stage to see the emptied crowd, it's like i dont like this, no- i spit to entertain f**k the fame, it's the wishes of the bitches to hear my word and tha's the reason they f**k at the show- f**kin suckin the blood from these wannabe's- broken from the day they was spawned- found that these bithces be wishin that they one of these- passion of the lost is the treasure without cost- all allong the frost on the window sill had been spray painted by the neighbor's hate of me- who really gives a f**k ya know- it's the kinda shit that ya dont need ta know- it dont matter so just keep shit simple- it's hand full, puttin the rest of these their place wit ease can be for once not so easy- the masses have lost their blood and they asses culture ends up without place in they own life- they bold face smashed to pieces with they balls swallowed in they girl's purse without they'd no need to curse themselves- for their insecurity, the unsurity has them baffled without words to me, i scare the shit out them absurdities- they be wishin they just werent as dirty as the fiends they swim amongst, the blood fillin the pool they spillin for fulfillin they killin their brothers in cold blood, this world is dead it's just so much that they cast the first stone gettin stoned and the early dialed phone it's the dial tone of death, he's on the line for you- bitchin bout your life aint got nothin on him- dont you bitches think it's about time for a swim, can you feel his breath creepin up on you, feelin dead the world with a song or two- glisten as the missin find the shit's pissin across the warm spots in the 80 degrees freezin the warmth of death's just pleasin on the whole- what kind of castin' can the fastin' bring, the belts across ya face displays the race to which is without pace, conversatin bout how' they got the intern of winter in they mouth- the shit's shoutin out the sounds of songs that have passed away long ago, the show of old is past and has dashed out to the last of the crowd- trusting in the scythe to bring quick deliverance the shiver once is a sliver of doubt that can crack ya windshield and snap the vintage sins repealed, the kinsman find it easier to listen than to speak- the river of death has one mouth without repeat- have it all spread out on the table which ladle will feast among the gravy's fable- and make it able to find the rebel without a yell, keep it gangsta and under the spell, under the radar is where ya are when ya smart- keep around up underground, where the truth is found without the the pollution of mainstream, the true cream can keep most potent in the dream of youth, where the spoof of death is unreal and keeps away without any testimony or proof-

[WinterNights2]

You might want to space that? It took me 2 minutes to tell that you were rapping and not commenting. I'd have to give you a 6 for flow. You dragged on too many sentances and some of the wording was choppy.