pack my bags and im gone like swayzee

im out - cops pull me over say "can i see your hands sir"
i reply - no fuckin lies pigs i got a heavy case a cancer

Try to rap battle me son? you'll just be at a loss
my rhymes petrify then kill you like a crippler cross

i drop these rhymes so easy, i do it at my leisure
i spit so hard you hear my shit it gives you the travolta seizure

my style is ill like im hittin you with fragmentation grenades
im gonna ship you off, send you to mercury to die of aids

come for a ride with me son, i dare you - n pack your things neatly
cause if not your gonna be dead faster than snyder was from heatley

owen hart also died.

spit your shit back at me son, see if i give a damn
cause i know with your speech impediment you be soundin just like i am sam

Seven7een

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