9.PunksNallDaSuckaz 

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My flow is tighter then a (uh)
Hits ya with the impact of a torpedo
Chop ya like Machete
but my name aint tarantino
Me and the mic I like coke smugglers and speedboats 
I only see hopeless (suckas [bad word] I don’t see no
they think small while we be thinkin extra large 
Makin you [bad word] rappers collapse like a house of cards 
They careers be crashin down Like Kamikaze pilots 
While I’m the blabber Quick to start a riot when I’m rhyming 
Bakin them mad track up in my center 
my lyrics are iller then anthrax letters 
soon as it gets received ya area will be getting quarantined 
cause the doop and the blabber got wickedest rhymes and hardest beats
I go bezerk 
Put my flows to work 
I’m so cool I walk on hot coles without my toes getin burned 
uhu I Rip [bad word] up like a pack of hyenas 
Putting my middlefinger up to all ya nonbelievas 
Paaw right in the kisser I figger my skills are sicker get bigger and bigger quicker then all you [bad word] that in It to count the figgers I’m doin this for the love 
While Your like a sandcastle on beach a be the flood
Getting flushed away cause their foundation is none 
I be staying [bad word] to myself no matter what the

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for all the punks and all the suckas punks and all the suckas stupid [bad word] 

to all the punks and all the suckas let get this [bad word] straight 
We got this locked down like inmates 
That’s why we in a ill state
I catch more wreck then people getting behind the weel when they [bad word] I’m doper then the stretch Armstrong and bobbito mixtapes
I spit mace feel it burn feel it burn 
You can spot me in a cypher  [bad word] the herb spittin mad verbs 
I’m always on point so I always got the last word 
And get the respect I desverve 
ready to take over the world 
you cats be waiting for tunes like this 
so gimme the microphone and the boom be igniting 
While u gimmicks don’t even last a minute in the we makin it bang 
But even if you got lynched you rappers still couldn’t hang 
I’m not a Lazy bum
But a crazy [bad word] 
When [bad word] to lyrical styles I’m lacing it up
Hip hop and me together like homeless people and change cups 
my [bad word] is fya so all u potheads can blaze up  [bad word] 

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eyo I got a small crisis I write rhymes to much 
so back the [bad word] up when the blabber starts to buck
cause I got more rhymes then there’s achmed’s in marroko 
My rhymes got the strenth to knock ya horizontal
My rhymes are like Beethoven and his piano 
While your rhymes get cut off like the end of the sopranos 
So just gimme some dope beats I rhyme fatter then obese 
Listen closely as [bad word] to care of all them fonies  [bad word] in a demonic rage iller then the bubonic plage
The mic gets rocked like Jonny gets blazed 
Plus Im nice on the stage wile you rappers be like mice in a maze 
My and my posse represent I know that we on the same page 
That I wrote this rhyme on 
Bound to blow up call the blabber the tickin timebomb
I carry a mic with me like sidearm
I bet ya a I got the quicker draw 
I be bringin it sicker make rappers think what the [bad word] am I spittin for 
Nothing you aint got [bad word] to gain 
No money no props no recognition and no fame 
No cars no [bad word] no mansion no airplay 
No tours no promotion u aint getting a [bad word] thing to all the punks n all da suckaz 

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