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Who's the first to lose they focus In a room fulla assassins Meditation is hopeless As I awake the disaster They want me to lay low Which I never tried to practice Mo snaptures of my glasses Than Jacqueline Onassis Tag team flow mastas Pass ozone sacks Crack caps when we cackle Punk I ain't havin none of that Cept lemme get some of a gum of that I'll run right back I be sniffin pimpin yak Skipping across the train traccs Like my brain is missing And at 3 AM I be waiting at yo station Impatiently hissing And anyone who think they spit the gift Come get the dissing But is anybody listening Do ya hear me Cuz on the hush It's just me and my pistol clutch Backwoods never a Dutch Step to me with that shit And get turned into dust Upon my lunch I put that Cook that Crooked cat Coming out his ass sideways Slippin in the game Wouldja look at that I'm bookin You lookin stupid Eyes crooked constantly Curing cataracts Looking at me like fool I don't know what's good with that I wait I got this bait up under my belt Weight within my breath So tempted to unleash the tech And yet again I gots to creep sneak past the border Like a messican But I digress How I get away with it Is anybody guess But now it's time to put those delicious brains to the test High potent game From my favorite suspect Your biggest fear Stuck to my quills Swallowing pills Staying active Me and my homies Go toe foe toe With any of yo tactics You ain't got no magic You ain't pullin shit but ya hat trick Gnatzpaghetti blacc In the plastic Flesh Ripping my fangs Through ya goddamn breast Snatch a notch out her sweater Get breaded with a side of head Under duress Bitch You're under arrest Undress Now who done said spaghetti blacc left the game And who the fuck done bit my style They all the same Gotta keep switching formats For these doormats Play yoself like a trick I bet they'll adore that I'm the swarm Every time I perform Storm down on the lukewarm Like puking up nukes Roll my shit loosely Bitch you of no use to me I'm up drinking vermouth Wondering about what proof they got So I don't leave the booth a lot Like superman Leaving voicemails Up in entrails Carving shit With my dick And then I bust Can't say I ain't warn you So give it up You got thirty minutes Up until I let the cartridge spit Fully automatic Ripping hearts of these hostages Clones get they bones broke When I let me pistol smoke Hos get they home raided Make em suck upon me blade Never get the game twisted Even though we rockin braids Upon our brains And take yo chains Hijack planes for chump change Fly em thru a trump tower On the hour every hour Leave New York Shook cowards Covered in that sour powder This ain't flower power Punk bitch take a shower Shittin on niggas My ad libs'll crack ribs Then I devour

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from "God Bless The Gnats" - Parasitic Drag Original Soundtrack, released August 10, 2013

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