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I'm on some terminated, kill shit I'm on some terminator, aye Fuck I'm bionic in my tennis shorts Many more for short warped Dennis the Menace dwarf Open up your mouth like I'm a dentist to my premises Hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship In Venice eating venison I miss Los Angeles, pissed off angry just, list off languages Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros Up-close and personal like watching The Apocalypse Wearin' binoculars, talking like I'm auctioning Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches My cock monstrous, Pocahontas and moccasins Hot as an iguana in a sauna to say the opposite Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges Go to grandma's, have a bowl of soup and polish sausages You can't process it Blooming like a million cherry blossoms on some awesome shit White boy that has potential, last samurai Camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than the camel rye Petrify how I electrify, texting sexy fly Bitches with my iphone, takin' pictures of my bone Terminator flying through your country like a cyclone Twenty shows, eighteen bitches, and then I'll fly home Bad for being old as fucking Battle Star Galactica Letras de cancionesFuckin' spectacular, teeth sharper than Dracula Respect the spectacle you bitch cause I'm immaculate Top-five crackers cracking off, that's accurate Archaic Angel with a flamethrower Some rappers reach for the sky I guess I aim lower Drake get twenty million, I get forty Gs Him and forty, yo I had to run away from forty thieves Conduct misorderly, more fucked when your bored of me Distorted artistry, I blame it all on hieroglyphics Why me, screaming standing on top of a pyramid The joke's over, my life's an awful experiment I'm the fucking last Mohican And still I'll blast the weekend I'm past the deep end A deacon, inside I'm actually freaking Older than ColecoVision, I'm still ego driven Nighthawk, American eagle compared to feeble pigeons Feeling groggy, my sleeping habits are terrible Vision foggy, maybe I'm asking for miracles Can't compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery Unless you're Slaughterhouse no one gives the fuck if you slaughtering Tried of being the guy that almost made it, still an unknown King Kong, blow you to Kingdom Come and then come home Write another hundred dumb poems I'm done holmes From Letras Mania