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Born broke, beat up, and always honked at
Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back I`ll bust your mind like a watermelon And as you listen you`ll find your brain swellin` I`ll go Oo so, solo who so Deads compare themselves with death die Don`t ask why my styles uncopiable Some try, but they just too sloppy so Thou shall not come closer `Cause all the suckas who bite`ll blow up like an explosive I`ll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead X marks the spot where your body falls Then I`ll grab your soul and roll, `cause my duty calls So all you suckas get the fuck out my way When I drop the mic you`ll say, homie don`t play The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly I`m like the devil in your body writin` bite me on your belly Like the exorcist, the devil`s groove keeps flowin` Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin` In neon, that`s `cause I`ma pee on reality The U-N-H-O-L-Y There`s a lotta evil minds but only one devil Of the dog turnin` back on what `cha get, but don`t forget I hit like no other You see my rhyme is like a pillow it`s made to smother Try to diss me I`ma murder ya, I never hearda ya A son of a gunner and I`ma kill a everyone a ya Somethin` you`ve never seen, put you in a guillotine The psycho labelled me as a killer teen When I drop the mic your parents pray Get the fuck out my way, `cause homey don`t play Break out the Holy Water, as I slaughter Better change your last name `cause I`m goin` in alphabetical order And it won`t stop `cause I won`t stop With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tock Can`t you get it through your head That it can`t get no defer `cause my lyrics already dead Hopin`, wishin`, prayin`, someday I`ll stop what I`m sayin` But I can`t, it seems like I`m possesed with somethin` The U-N-H-O-L-Y, keep my mind jumpin` Get up, get down to the rhythm of death Suckas thinkin` I`m takin` a break Them suckas fallin` every time I lose my a breath But still I don`t stop to the beat One time, one rhyme, and I still blew your mind Everytime I drop the mic I bet everybody say Homie don`t fuckin` play Everytime I kick shit, it`s labelled as wicked shit Don`t try to bullshit `cause I`ll fill you with bullets and shit Rappin` with my red head, some say my brains dead Mockin` what I`m rockin` then your sayin` what insane said Suckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal I`m comin` inside your mind and I`m takin` your title You wanna be me, but suckas can`t see me Cause I`m a ghostwriter, funky funky fresh Not unless I get my point across My illin` and illin`s what I have to do If you bite my lyrics I`m coming after you Not physically, but mentally, rockin` instrumentally If you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly I can get in doubobly, until I see your mind work Your thinkin` so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt When you pass out you`ll have to say "Get outta that nigga way man" cause homie don`t play
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