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Kung Fu Grip
The noose slips loose oh shit
More than one tooth in my soup I’m sick
Razz the most fantastic kook you be knowin’
And that’s for show bitch
Thats for show
That’s for show
That’s for show
That’s so for show
So for show
Oh oh oh
Oh my lord
So for show

[VS1]

On the mic
I am like the apocalypse
You might have chops
But every time I rock the spot
I prove dominant
Its obvious
Im plotting with
A devilish grin
While I rid my habitat of all ambivalent wind
Trees bind to the earth
How I’m bound to my word
Seven remans fly adjacent as I walk through the earth
Gladiator on a mission
Disassemble your verse
A rapper fuck around and find themselves confined
To an urn
I put the past in the back of a black hearse
Im laughingstocks at that curse
While packing a phat verse
Yeeea
Darker than Draculas jacket I’m having a blast
While I blacken the magick
I’m ravenous and that’s work
Hip Hop fanatic
Smacking rappers that are whack as fuck
All these cats concerned about is who can make the fastest buck
If you don’t do it for the people
Then pack it up
I stomp through the rap game like
FE FI FO FUM

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[VS2]

Melt the aluminum
Like I was pukin up
Nuclear sludge
Not a hobby
Its a habit
Like my tactics
Two by two with the drugs
That’s how I flew to the sun
Without my wings burning up
I let the fire kiss the tipoffs of the blunt
White owl aromatic
Like Razz is
I wrapped it
With passion
Slow burn like molasses
Its classic
Since day one been spazzin
It just happened
Like magick
Out the cradle been a lyrical savage
Plus I cut the rug like my feet were the teeth of as chainsaw
Great Scott!
I am the acid in the raindrop
I am the 1980’s Hulk Hogan
All Hulked the fuck up
And the beat is my tank top
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I’ll run wild on you
A locomotive coming through
You better move kid
These rappers tie themselves to the train tracks
A suicide mission
Well chugga chugga choo choo bitch

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