15.Misery
If you ever disrespect I, put you outta yo misery put you out
put you out put ya outta yo misery; If you run up on my set I;
I'm a MFN vet I; You bout to make me cock, back, aim my mission
is to pop that brain＊
This merciless, this is musical massacre, mammoth image my
motive mane no merkin' us mimicin' muhfuckas may mock, but on my
momma millimeter my missions mo murder make millions mack
mommies and mosh.
This is pain this unforgettable thang is my talent untamable
Tech is the tyranny bang, on you niggas who never, have respect
for whoever, pullin' you pussies apart my competitor's plain.
In the dark when they sleep on my incredible heat, fuck you I'm
fed up my fist for you faggot's and freak's, go tell yo industry
peep's that fuck peace released, B's for Blood we bangin' and
blastin' at beef.
This is ignorant, get a wiff of his lyric's so rigorous
niggerish carnivorous delivery, come with it'll be bitches and
thizzery, fuck with me and believe that we killas will put you
right outta yo misery.
My split is psycho like Michael's knife admire ya Freddy Crouger
then dream yo life, my brain is too deep I can think alive, and
kill death itself, in one of my freestyle lines, lyrically
rappers aren't better than me, cause I'm hard in this rap game
you lighter than a feather da me, so come with it it's the devil
in me that'll blast at ya afterlife until yo ass is restin' in
peace, mafucka you don't want it with a gangsta sixteen shots in
have my lil' brotha shank ya thank you no thank ya boy rearrange
ya heads with ya head, heads up and I'll bang ya I hear ya
barkin' but you ain't bit shit, my shots dig through they
call'em hallow tips it's a killa season an you ain't killed
shit, Misery Loves Kompany now a compliment bitch.
This is, misery misery artillery for the killin' spree hit the
block see the enemy kill'em off like a Kennedy, Ecstasy Hennessy
and a lemon squeeze you niggas finna be put on obituaries and
white tees that's misery.
Rome to Italy ridin' on chrome literally, Yuk Godzilla King Kong
ain't got shit on me, riddle me riddle me which rapper gone
snitch on me when I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his
misery.
They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit, squashed my
beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit, Bo signed ta
Cashville I'm makin' it rain in Houston, Rap A Lot for life you
find you body slain in Houston bitch.
I'm on the block with that Praline until the cop's jumpin' out
the van like the A-Team, I slang cream, the West Coast Don and
Kansas City King you ain't know, Tecca Nina General in the
regime.
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