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BIRTH (Paused)

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Enarsy Back with that, with that gang, that chat When I pop out, my anima squeeze that Drag so you lock the shock, you need that Creep through the cellar, ain't never gon' leave rat Packed, tapped with auto, barrel, my hands packed Flash like the spread of the lightning when it black Crash through the center, the Serbian can't match Rise, gun 'em with the quickness, it'll be great, manic Pushing in the dark, my dawg will cave in it We break in it, no speed police up in it Packing in the sky, so private, is it rented? Crack through the spines, I'm selling sacks of linen Right from the nine, through your spine, you're jettin' Spilling out sacks of colossi, behead me Carve up in your hands, then my mind get ascended Watch where you walk and hawk, bark where you're steppin' Twitching in my bones, send a skeleton, wrangle Inquired with the vines, on degenerative tissue Break it down, watch your handle, I'm breaking to aim at you Hands in my pockets, I'm watching 'em out the sockets Turn 'em into worms and dirt, we'll belly flop 'em Dropping in a pen and no record can get the option Hopping in the kick and kicked up in the sheet, knocking Pop 'em in the head with the weapon, they can't stop it Steep drop to the center Creep deep into the window but I stop in December No storm like a weather that they never remember Take rise and then rise, surprise 'em, we are wrecking Pick up with the highs, the files of my sentence Separate the chicken, divide it by seven Hulk watching, aching, we split it because he said it I just let it get around it, I'm robbing 'em, I'll check it Crush me to dust, combust when I bust A rush when I touch, no motherfucker, the rough Plush with the weapons, suppressing the comp up Hush when I step, the dead rise above Crushed in the earth, it burns like the buck Water pierce, I'm breaking buds like fuss Slugs to your temple, the reaper picking it up Drugs in your arm, I'm pumping it, fuck is good? But I pack that heat Every walkin' woman on block, then they freeze Stopped with the weather, they drop me the degrees Hot with the chain but my chamber open Stalked in the range with the silver scent Anybody out in the cold will get ripped Dump it every time, we rhyme and dissect Play your whole game like an instrument Hands on the rise, but they're not the fly Switch the position, fuck a nine to five 45 Degrees in an X-Gray Stayed in the sewers, get sewed up in your grave Got the book of the dead in my dresser Think about life and it ain't any better Let a void inform in my venom And I shadow in the halls, I reach you like venom Creeps through the walls and I pop the weapon Stepping on my lawn, you get dropped in a second Burial yard filled with hillside snakes Blessed are the noise, and mourns are my saints Dropping in a pen and no record can get the ticket Dropping in a pen and no record can get the ticket Dropping in a pen and no record can get the ticket Dropping in a pen and no record can get the ticket