lyrical molestation

, they can only leave to live, the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic, shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics, i got hairs on my funk and i didn't flunk diaper rash, i'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary, malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary, give me the mic and watch me slay, them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off?, be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged, pathetically in front of me i suppress, i'll rest of the best of mcs regularly, in the beginning i was bout it slid in and we write it, this shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit, heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas, with a name like brat exotic cars and large bank figures, a high rank nigga shop squat taker, maker of some hot shit lose, makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose, truth whateva touch come through in a clutch, bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say i'm just too much, consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka, private chopper live and die hip hopper, with the platinum touch that's what the fuck up, and i ain't tryna pack and slack shit i'm tryna pack and stack shit, to continue to make phat shit, "and niggas know.the lyrical molestin is takin place", and when da brat is in your area your shit ain't safe, to live my whole life lavish i lust plus crushin', competitions a must everytime i bust, i'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often, taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften, coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily, beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady, reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics, livin' trife and lavish ms. harris with 25 karats, to cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll, the swish and burn it slow cats me know, never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus, once i was the brokest bitch now i bought the dopest shit, the poker chips get place on the misses with?, to shoot hits chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper, redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins, if you consider yourself to be a competitor, the object of the game is to bury ya, get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area, prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated, to knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation, your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit, to last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute, only solo hope to do more than your average bitch, making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six, admit it i'm da type to get addicted to like china, why you fucking wit pure dough, tonight's da night we all get high niggas know brat take without askin, leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards, lyrical assassin and niggas know, therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition, made some motherfucker before the first admission, gets to a centamout and i sipped fout, rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain, then i claw clutchin the cliff cuz i gotta get higher into the mantic, or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool, all the slackin' rappers i pack i pack a bag, i travel to the peninsula with the posy i peep over the edge, drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge, to lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord, you mighta woulda been better in battling your? is bogus silly pose it, putting your petty torched packaged pathetically in front of me, i suppress i'll rest of the best of mcs regularly