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Got me breathing with dragons
I crack the egg in your basket, ya bastard
I'm Marilyn Manson with madness
Now just imagine the magic I light ya ass
Don't ask for your favorite rapper
[He dead] Yes sir
[Amen] Chuch
[He dead] I killed him
[Amen] Bitch
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And this is Rigamortis and its gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind
I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined
I'm on the toilet when I rhyme, if you the shit then I decline
I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9
And that's important when you morph into a angel in the sky
And don't be forging all my signatures my listeners reply and tell me
That you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite
And I'mma be here for a while, just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide
CSI just might investigate this fucking parasite
lol and Em boi. that's why i'm sayin broaden your interests or you'll miss out on some pretty interesting artists.
not that you aren't broad or anything but just saying don't be so confined.
also Frank i'm not saying Kendrick beats Em or anybody else. I'm just saying i think its mad what he can do with words and he should be duly noted for it.
no lyric battle from me. just throwin stuff out there.
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It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
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