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Friday, October 5, 2012

Letter to Elephant Poachers

Peace and Blessings, All praises to the Divine Creator
Empower this .45 and let these slugs find these haters
Or send the chick of My enemy thru and Imma probably rape her
If they don't have the ransom they bets to grind thee paper
Else Imma shove My Dick in her twat hole and Wildly Shake her
Body rock hard, you don't want My bitch Glock 9 to Pop Off
I'll have her throw a couple headshots that'll literally blow ya top off
Fuck the whip unless chains attached, I'll make you Mop Halls
Miss a spot that leather sting ya back, force you to drop crawl
Treat you like a dog, let you flop around in the car
Drive some where real far, let you out and nobody knows where ya are
God forgive Me but to protect My family Imma go to extremes
You fuckin' wit em, then I'll send the Men with Masks and beams
Extended clips so ain't no need to cut the scene
Ya niggas hit when I yell action and there go the screams
I'm diabolical and angelic in one setting
My mind state changes according to who step in
My personal space can be piece of peace or cold weapon
Take heed because this information ain't for neglectin'
A lesson unless you the less than bright
If that's the case pick up ya fist let's fight
Not a problem for Me to knock out your lights
Though you dim wits would get left and that ain't right
To blind in the Mind to see, the hyperbrolic type of jargon, I can toss up, have you hiking gettin' lost and fallin behind but I just started, yea it stinks, worse than you mama's vagina fartin' with the door open gettin fucked hard by some guy that is not your father, you wanna fight em but ain't stop and the confusions awkward that's the kind of shit that leave simpletons mentally scarred bitch
Fuck the talkin' and step if it's War you bargain
Be ready to be duct taped when My marauders barge in
Followed by a barrage of sparkin'
Leading to the trunk of a car, in the garage that a bomb is parked in...
Coulda avoided it all if your noggin was strong enough to Smarten
But the liquor and pills got you yawnin' and noddin'
Catch Me creepin' to ya window with Mask and Long Stilts
Silence the heat, put you to sleep like a tall glass of warm milk
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