sticks-n-stones break bones , but these bars may slaughter you,
obviously the word is enemies are entirely feeble/
in need of a mentor, i oblige likely that's these bytches didnt meant war ,
with artilery attacks in verses , are lines i done heard before/
controlin' the forces that levitated through the minds,
the scale weight applied with massive pressure at times/
energy extracted the voltz that make up,
the wire circuit which cut short, inside the cranium is the plugs/
It's a hard knock love, if life pends trial get ruled against it,
try turnnin a negative to positive image,bytches be grimey with vengence/
revenge and shyt ,dysfunctional kats strictly wildin' off the henges,
out of all the incompetence, knowin that vivid contrivances,are kempt to sentencings/
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