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American Greed, The Wolf of Wallstreet, knock, Knock
A body snatcher, I pop-lock, wit Michael Locke
A protege' of the best, I'm Billy Bath
Script writer, Jack of Diamonds, The eighth Pyschopath
Spit fire with Dragoneyes, and Witchcraft
When rhymin, hymen breaks, creating Bloodbaths
Halloween, wear a mask, to hide my Wrath
Got tailed beasts, and Jinchuriki on my Staff
Universe is flat, but you won't, get the Math
You could laugh, till I hit you wit the graph, Right
Baseball, turn around with the Graphite
Curveball, nothing is what it seems, is in my Sights
Murdering every so called Mcee, My Fight
Borrowing Michael's nunchakus, So you can see the light
They say the stronger you are, the stronger you Are
So I lay on benches, pressing Trucks and Cars
Scouts Honor, the type to kidnap, The Last Boyscout
Hiding Halle in the closet, after she shouts N****!!
