Let's Get It.

Let's get it,... split it,... rip it to it's very outer limits.
I'm 'bout about my shit as if I'm fuckin' with No Limit.
Gimmicks... diminish... replenish with the slickest shit.
Pick a bitch at random, peel 'em till I get 'em to exit.

My wrist... twitches... when I... lie idle for a bit.
Tension builds until the will to kill is testing all my wit.
Repented, demented thoughts sift from brain into the spirit,
Spit it quick and unrelenting till they're beggin' me to quit it.

Shit,..... even I fear it...... It's scary being me.
Patiently waiting for the day my people will carry me,
and gladly speak of the man... that began... eternal sleep,
faggot freak who spat wickedly unique, paternal creep.

Don't go weepin' just yet, 'cause your boy is still all on it
with that flame at the ready for them petty boys who want it.
My shit's all on the table. It's that royal flush, so I flaunt it.
Niggas ghost when I flow, so this site is eerily haunted.


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