
K-Rino - Overkill Book Number 7 Track 11 (Support The Artist) itunes.apple.com Lyrics: You been impacted and attacked with, a mixture of aromatic paragraphs Graphed it with ausitic cataclysmic, mathematical acrobatics My mind, confines plenty rhymes Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, even lines on your torso that look like mini blinds And people could peep through, and view your vital organs anytime A psychic told me I won't come into my prime, till I'm 129 I'll lesson ya, body mass from flesh Into a watery a mist, and spray you out of can like air freshener I won't have any problems, stopping ya The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I filet ya like tilapia My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with I hold a key like locksmiths, got X-ray optics Grew thoughts I get, sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit My virus too strong, to call off I could stand on one foot on a building ledge, in a strong wind and couldn't fall off I spark the seas, that are hard to read I'm from a larger creed a martian breed, that turns caution offers to quadriplede The strap cannibal, that rap fannels Like states on the Animal Channel, that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel The docotomy, my word logic locks you And stops you from breathing out, until the death angel adopts you You wanna have it, take a stab at it I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab <b>...</b>
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