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I GOT MY SOLDIERS GOT MY WEAPONS AND MY PRIDE AND I'M READY FOR WAR,-
SO YOU BETTER HOPE YOU'RE PREPARED FOR ME 'CAUSE YOU AIN'T EVER MET ME BEFORE,-
GOD TAKES LIVES WELL I'M A DEADLIER FOR'''CE-SO YOU BETTER STEADY YA HOR'''SE-
SO YA DON'T FALL OFF BOY I'M THE NIGHTMARE FREDDY ABHOR'''S,-
SO TERRIFYIN' I'LL RUB SALT IN THE WOUNDS OF THE MAN THAT SAID HE WAS SORE,-
'N FOR Y'ALL THAT DON'T KNOW I DON'T SPEAK ON GETTIN' MONEY BEIN' A BOSS 'N FUCKIN' A BEVY OF WHORE'''S-
SO I'MA SET ME THE SCORE,-
I do this for the family i don't need some petty award,-or heavy support,-
I do this to heady the sport-
AND IF ANYONE THINKS OTHERWISE i got knives like betty galore-*CROCKER*
WHETHER IT BE A MACHETE OR SWORD,-
PLUS A PLETHORA OF GUNS AND IF I RUN OUTTA AMMO'SOMEHOW'I'MA GET ME SOME MORE,-
'cause bitch i'm ready for war!

I'M UNDER THE WEATHER LIKE I'M MOURNIN',-
SEE MY HEAD'S IN THE CLOUDS 'N I'M BRAINSTORMIN'-
THIS IS A SEVERE THUNDER STORM WARNIN',-I'M TAKIN' SHOTS AND SCORIN'-
OOH LOOK OUT A THUNDERCLOUD'S FORMIN'-AND IT AIN'T DEFORMIN'-
IF YOU THINK SO YOU MUSTA BEEN MISINFORMED BUT IT'S BEGINNIN' TO RAIN NOW AND YOU AIN'T PREPARED FOR IT
'CAUSE THE WEATHERMAN HAD NO INSIGHT WITHOUT BEIN' INSIDE THE EYE OF THE STORM 'N,-
NOW LOOK AT THE TROUBLE YOU'RE IN,-
THIS IS A FORMAL WARNIN'-TO YOU M.Cs THE SHIT I SPIT IS SO UNHEARD OF YOU'D THINK THAT I'M FOREIGN,-
AND IF YOU STILL DON'T GET IT MY HOOKS'LL HIT YOU HARDER THAN A PUNCH FROM GEORGE FOREMAN-
WHILE I'M STRANGLIN' A BITCH AND I DON'T MEAN I'M MASTURBATIN' WHEN I'M SAYIN' I'M CHOKIN' THE CHICKEN,-
TO DEATH LIKE AUTO EROTIC ASPHYXIATION THEN I TURN HER CORPSE TOWARD ME AND START POKIN' MUH DICK IN,- (MUH - MY)
WHILE I RAPE THE HOE AND LEAVE THE PUSSY MAIMED 'N MUTILATED I'M PROVOKIN' 'N SICKNIN',- (SICKENIN')
They tell me to tone it down but i ain't gonna sugar coat shit 'cause all i hear from you fake rappers are spoken fibs-
But if you tell me you're better than me i'll leave you with broken ribs-
And a gapin' gash in ya ass WITH deeper 'n'''wider slits'''than an open rift,-
While your body lays on the cold streets stripped of its flesh 'n the contents in'''side of its'''skin 'n frozen stiff,-

Dig your grave after i beat ya to within an inch of your life so you saturate in(start)fuckin' diahrea leakin' blood 'n' barely survived-
Then dump you in your coffin in the hole fill it(start)up 'n i leave ya beaten up 'n burried(barried)alive,-
While i call nine one one to investigate the scene where we arrived,-
Just to drive by 'em honkin' the horn shootin''you'''dare me to drive?-

'cause when i get on stage i go psycho i'm lyrically ill,-
When i flow at my show i'm terri(tear)bly real,-
To watch these rappers die slow is my goal'i can't believe y'all are takin' these other rap clowns seriously(seer'is'ly)still
But i think'''i know'why though i guess to you these fake ass artists still appear to be real,-
'n i might not become famous but i'ma try though'waitin' for the day that i blow'but i ain't frontin' this is how i''''sincerely feel,-
See i'm lookin' for a bargain hopin' for the day a famous producer comes up to me and says''''then here's a free deal
But in the mean time i'ma torture bitches and listen to them eerily shrill-
Screamin' in writhing agony as they tearfully squeal,-
Hysterically 'till,-
They're dead and if i don't kill you you can bet someone dear to me will,-
That's why i got these other M.Cs fearin' these skill'''s
I'm here to be thrilled,-
I swear to destroy this empire ya care(keer)fully build
So guts prepare(peer)to be spilled,-
'cause by the time i'm done with you your wounds will be too severe to be healed
And that goes for any M.C that tests me if y'all want ya career to be killed,-
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I GOT MY SOLDIERS GOT MY WEAPONS AND MY PRIDE AND I'M READY FOR WAR,-
SO YOU BETTER HOPE YOU'RE PREPARED FOR ME 'CAUSE I'M DEATH RESSURECTED YOU AIN'T EVER MET ME BEFORE,-
GOD TAKES LIVES WELL I'M A DEADLIER FOR'''CE-SO YOU BETTER STEADY YA HOR'''SE-
SO YA DON'T FALL OFF BOY I'M THE NIGHTMARE FREDDY ABHOR'''S,-
SO TERRIFYIN' I'LL RUB SALT IN THE WOUNDS OF THE MAN THAT SAID HE WAS SORE,-
'N FOR Y'ALL THAT DON'T KNOW I DON'T SPEAK ON GETTIN' MONEY BEIN' A BOSS 'N FUCKIN' A BEVY OF WHORE'''S-
SO I'MA SET ME THE SCORE,-
I do this for the family i don't need some petty award,-or heavy support,-
I do this to heady the sport-
AND IF ANYONE THINKS OTHERWISE i got knives like betty galore-*CROCKER*
WHETHER IT BE A MACHETE OR SWORD,-
PLUS A PLETHORA OF GUNS AND IF I RUN OUTTA AMMO''''SOMEHOW''I'MA GETT ME SOME MORE,-
'cause bitch i'm ready for war!

See I AIN'T THE NICEST OR SWEETEST RAPPER BUT MY'''/RHYMER/ FLOW'S TRULY MEAN AS CAN BE,-
I HAVN'T DONE DRUGS OR SMOKED OR DRANK ALCOHOL AND I WON'T FUCK ANY SLUT THAT'LL STRUT BY I'M THE'''MOST CRUELLY CLEANEST M.C,-
Watch ya''''hoes you'll see genius in me,-

'cause see a lot of these rappers that only rap about drugs and other bullshit are so whack
The only time they think of anything dope is when their mind's on drugs like coke crack,-
In other words it's all in their heads that's word to the rapper wiz khalifa,-
Yeah i just had to diss the diva,-and i'ma teach you all a lesson'''class assist the teacher,-
Class is in session,-now prepare for a test in-
Which i'm the question,-
Yeah i'm a problem no question no multiple choice so you have no chance estimatin' but you feel like you'''must try to guess 'n,-
Hope for the best when you're unsure so you'd be wise to study but that's'''just my suggestion,-
So let's'''commence the testin' which is,-
About to begin 'n i'ma go harder than ted bundy when he kills his victum then'''begins molestin bitches,-
This is the dope piss(dopest)test 'n you can tell that i'm piss(ed)but see you ain't on my level or past it i'm the dop'''est(dope piss)___,- /like a ua test/
So how the fuck are you gonna smoke me if you can't pass me see it's hope'''less,-(you won't pass me if you don't smoke me but if you smoke me you won't pass me)

Now look i know hoes that suck more then drake,-
With asses like nicki minaj that are forged 'n fake,-

But i'ma destroy you all the same,-
I'm takin' attendance so stand up when i call ya name,-

'cause to diss y'all all i need is one lyric,-
All your music's stereotypical 'n your songs are trite so in other words you're gen''eric(junneric)

'n i'm tired of you artists that sound like rick ross claimin' you're killin' it with that half rhyme 'n one'''syllable quit,- (rhymin')
Frontin' while you laugh lyin' son'''kill the bullshit,-
You know only these dumb hoes feel whatchu'll spit,-

But see for me these ether skills'''occur to me 'n come naahtruly(naturally),-
So if you're ready for war and wa'''nna murder me then come battle me,-
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And i'm talkin' to every artist''''we can go toe to toe so come in wit it,- (/'n/ between toe and comin')
'cause i'm ready for anyone so if you wanna fight 'n prove you're just as hard as''''me 'n go blow for blow yo come 'n get it,- (/then/ between blow and come)
'cause i'm ready for war!
Yeah i'm ready for war!
Who wants it? i'm ready for war!
I'ma destroy you all! I'm ready for war!
It's been said 'n done, i'm ready for war!
I'ma make all you see that i'm ready for war!
I'm death ressurected you ain't ever met me before
I'm ready for war!!!!!!!