M1DD73 of the R04D

I hit the gas, I tap the break ,

I keep it Flat , as i pass the straight,

Line in the middle of the road,

times been flyin' by but I gotta deliver this load,

In the middle of the winter in November & the embers ,

From Paradise Lost all memory of remembers,

The centerpiece for the center of disease,

History's written by the Victor's of the seige,

Not the frickin' victims of defeat ,

Wr gotta rethink our positions if ahead,

Of the beast system if resistance is our mission,

"A GOOD ASS WHIPPIN' WILL PUT THEM IN SUBMISSION"

thats the impression you were under's my suspicion,

A hundred times a victim,

No wonder life's a bitch run,

That shit back one last chance ...

Some dam tramp ,

Put me in a trance ,

Could this be the last...

Opportunity to get chopped & screwed for 3,

Nights in a row ,keep them hands high nice n' slow...

Like the flow of my rhymes I designed when i'm blown,

When My minds in the zone,

Kids ,dont try this at home...

Im not the type of guy that you would call a gamer,

Humor really dry & a hatred toward flamers,

" haaaay, you can't say this "

Gayness ,silently creepin' into our weekends,

Weightlessness takin' trips in space ships,

This is insane get ,

These mothafucker's off my property,

Just my luck this is how it always be,

Fast forward ,rewind ,the out comes designed,

To fail ...

A timely tail,

Of crime & ale..

Mints ,from inside the bent mind trails cell's chemtrail vents...N-n-n-nailed it,

Yeahhhh, did I just smacked this one out the stadium,

I'm gettin' maybe run, into a connection for radium...

I'd trade my drugs just for a tiny taste of um,

That amazing stuff...th-th-that....

Thaaat Radium...

We gotta rethink our positions if ahead,

Of the beast system's resistance is our mission,

"A GOOD ASS WHIPPIN' WILL PUT THEM IN SUBMISSION"

thats the impression you were under my suspicion,

A hundred times a victim,

No wonder life's a bitch run,

That shit back one last chance ...

You gona' need a genie in a lamp ,

2 Put me in a trance ,

Could this be the last...

Opportunity to get chopped & screwed for 3,

Nights in a row ,keep them hands high nice n' slow...

Like the flow of my rhymes I designed when i'm blown,

When My minds in the zone,

Kids ,dont try this at home...

How many times I gotta tell you the truth,

Before you have a, have an awakening ,

I dont have the patience any more to debate these things...

I can't make you see,

What's in plane sight for me...

I sapose that be if I chose to go free ,

But my nose knows the dee,

Fence wins the superbowl,

You flop the world ,

But keep makin' stupid folds,

Abusing gold ,

Steppin' on the silver & choosing mold ,

Ladies & Gents ,

I stay paintin' my fence,

To keep my property value up ...

When i'm up in the trench ...

Finger touchin' the switch ...

Clutchin' my dikkk...

Up in this bishhh...

.....aaaaaand when its all said and done....

We dust it for prints ,

Leavin' nothin' for pigs ,