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You mutha fuckas die once you step in my path, feel the wrath of the math, the craft of blood bath, cut, stab, kill, I advance with skill, you pussy holes get stuck like some Massingil, loud bitch mouth rinse, some Epsom Sodium blend, blowin' mics up like Plutonium, Polonium 210, like pullin pins out grenades and rollin' 'em in, spitting spinning razor blades rippin' holes in your skin, meat griller, beat killer, stab the track with ice pick, ice slick, clinch the mic with vice grip, my mind's sick, with rhyme flow doper than Thai Stick, rock the seizmic, crack the richter, it'll take days to figure a way to enter my brains enigma, sattelites couln't quite trace my signal, when I'm on the prowl, you'll get mauled with style when I drop the sound, chop the vowel like a butcher's knife, grappling hooks and spikes, Rooks and Knights 'll crush your Pawns with dirty dozen bombs, Man of a Hundred Arms, swing in all directions as I rock dimensions when I drop a sentence....
credits
from Plastic Explosive,
released August 1, 2008
Track Produced by KillahRhymeZaar