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Cuss ya out, then tell ya Watch ya fucking mouth// like I'm a father with dish soap// i grip and twist ya wrists, they broke// in splits an bits like fish pulp// Ain't a muthafucking chance of a quick hope, like slit throats// ya pants left shit an piss soaked, like kids pull ups quick pulls// bogging ya noggin, when I'm just jogging across rotten blotter// jotting slaughter, like willem Defoe death notes// that author, you to jump off cliffs with slip ropes// I'm a father, but for the love of my kids, I'll stick ya fuckin ribs, like a bid in Gitmo//  this flow petro, sicko, schitso// better jet lo, head blow, like led pulls// bust a chin, just for some damn nickles// ya dust in the wind, fuck off, kick the dust off, all bets no bust off, like jammed pistols// this prick can get so,  bullheaded like pitbulls// fuck off an get go, you fucking with me, but be so fickle// disgusting dusted assumptions, lumpin me in with these punks that's a shit no// this goblin bully these gunts in the lunch bin like gizmo//


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Hook x2
This is for crooks that cook up disasters for massacres,  
This is that shit, ya throw hooks at a bitch an Throw bombs at cab passengers, 
This that shit, that cracks calves In halves while laughin at the fragments of matter jabbing out the fucking back of ya

Cook up Crook

Cook Up Crook

(SNIPPET)Crooks Cook Up (Prod. Authentic The Exception)

Qwestion = Unique complex structures, puns, metaphors and unconventional rhyming, abstract thoughts, spewing from a mouthless and faceless entity.

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