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http://www.youtube.com/user/RizlaTheManBeast – – – Micon’s channel!

Snap crackle pop, like a cereal box,
My guns go hot, I shoot first, the theory of glocs.
My shit always go hard cause my material rocks,
I been in your sox, it sucks homie, vacuuming tops.

Mike bergargantuan biting like a tarantula
Floating like a bee when I’m damaging all these amateurs,
I’m cancerous, I’m coming all over the beat when I’m rapping so glamourous,
Not gonna stop I’m jus t verbally cannabis, choke up on this cause cannot be tampered with.

M — B. Flaming up your tabernacle.
Wimps talk shit I’ma commit slits to your adam’s apple.
Don’t loosen the shackles, I’m an Unbalanced wacko.
I spit venom, and you aspirant men just spit tobacco.

Brewed to chew aluminum.
Y’all can just remain acting goon until the moon come

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I don’t give a fuck man I could care less, fuck an estimation I don’t dare guess
Shut your mouth. Let me cherish every single moment you embarrassed.
Raining on your shit, and its never gonna end, and I think I found a fony to fucking offend.
I’m learning my lessons this one I won’t friend, theres nothing to fear cause my message will send.

I’m looking for you, I’m bout to impale and I’m not gonna stop til your coffin is nailed.
Commander cut throat with a verse out of hell, kill you so quick you wont know how it felt.
Mr clean on my city when repping no spot, the only good rapper this city as got.
You may be in shock theres no point in denial when I’m killing your style and I don’t plan to stop.

Necro represent, encase the organs in cement.
Sneak out to the river, watch em fall to their descent.
A part of me turning like hanibal, animal like drool
Fuck the silence of the lambs suffice for silence in the school.

Rhymes spouted with urgency, clean raps spitting detergent see,
You can’t evade this emergency, extensive pride burglary.
Cutting up like a surgery, white shirts turning to burgundy
Refer to me as mister mercury, I’ll burn ya, third degree.

Zilch, zip, and nadda Is what your balance is.
Regret and jelousy is what your fucking balancing.
All these teeny boppers do not know what talent is.
They just furthering the clee shae that you talented.

Nah. That’s a stereotype.
My sound is always of gods, so fuck the stereo type
My personality is bordering on aerial flight.
And when I kill it, I just hope you at the burial site.

My flow tenacious, and you chasin like a rapist
ace the game without a trace they say im based above the basics
these judging judies need to straighten all they cases,
i’m just up and running shit, you queers is tieing up your laces.

i’m in the lead, here homie so do some catching up.
all yo swag flipped backwards it needs some patching up
gawze. My rhyming cutting like a saw.
Pause the applause. No flaws, I’m a god.

I just signed your bitches tits so you should go and photocopy it,
Your flow is sloppy bitch and all your rhymes are fuckin donkey shit
my shit is hard, I bet your girl could prolly soften it,
you off a bit I’m often dropping bars like fuckin choc-o-late.

Opponent defacing, so faggots think I’m racist.
I applaud you sissies to listen, I’m harder than the bass is.
no need for happy meals, defeat you always taste it.
Plus theres always junior “bergers” stuck inside your bitches braces.

Cutting up, it aint garbage inside my dump sac.
You sit below me, well take a seat on my thumb tac.
You spit baloney, continue to fucking blow me,
Noone wanna see you spit, but they all waiting for my come back.