Swollen Members

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I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete

Abnormality, fatality mega, don't you sleep

It's dephtrimental that you set your mental clock right

So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right

I talk tight, my mic's made of alabaster

Cast a shadow beside of mount shout before I smash ya

I promise to be the bonus, I gotta say that

You want to die, well you can be accomodated

To be honest, you sock like Homnus

To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust

I husk a bone on that ass with no exceptions

Been ill since my conception, I've come for the collection

Same old cash respecting bitches, I can't front yo

Busy Bee went back to the hotel and spelt his name in dough

I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done

I like necks, I think I'm about to sever one





I put my pressure on the corner to cave the box in

This time I sawed in my breath and rhymed circles of sin

See, if I don't reanimate the meat-grinder's brain

In the A-Wing, we're grey things, petrude from my grey rings

My collection of strange things include

A barrel delivering like a Winchester in a pool full of crude

Oil in my turmoil, ridden block of ill rythem-wear

Cracken cockroaches, talk about class divisionsy

I'm not stuck-in-the strucken function

I adapt to the place I hear the bass pumping

Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of affection

Keep a bag of Buc Fifty's of my cabinet of men





Make sure the door's locked, and the dead-bolts fastened

Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion

Acid flashbacks, get hacked up into fractions

Seargeant Roadkill, still missing in action

An unaffectionate day, I'm section A

Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay

Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about

Follow this bloodtrail and hurdle through the forest of doubt

Till I'm out in the wide open plains hoping to maintain

The same yield, but the field's littered with corpses

Death is my departure, till then I'm explosive

An overdose of death, spare me no grill

I'm rare, send me on ill will, I'm there

The last man standing, never call a truce

Apoligize, nah, strength needs no excuse
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