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((GMD: Yo give me summa that fiiiiine shit nah I wanna beat like fudge ripple
MissD: I'll ripple you an your wack rhymes
GMD: B that wuz hurt
MissD: That's not all that's hurt boney, and when I say boney I am sarcastically referring to your lack of erectile prowess
GMD: Oh now you done it now you done it

(BEAT START)

GMD: Step into tha past we last past time criminal/
Thas my bud father T, mentality clock subliminal/
Cuz we ring temporal not bound by the ticks/
or the clicks, my scythe reaches forth to liberate the sick/
cuz I'm sick, At six o' clock you done half dead an'/
At the full twelve I'll be holdin' your head nah
MissD: Man shut up,/
You thinkin' you aaaaaaaalll that/
I know a few top hats be liberatin' cats/
Sing a little hocus pocus for Hollywood and Vine/
Sit you down for a spell you and your father time/
Sit you down for a spell you and your KEIN'/
Sons of Earth rap on with the metal and wood/
Breakin' Death down cuz he up to no good.
GMD: Yoooooooo/
Ya need a sewage plant for all that shit you speak/
Rhymes buggin large I'll have you dead by next week/
I turn the other cheek of bone medusa glance to stone/
I'm not alone in my opinion we all seen/
I opine that your censure is obscene/
MissD: HA You just a drama queen/
GMD: You a fiend/
An' I'm not just talkin' bout the dutches/ nah mean?/
One two with two slice I'll have you on crutches
MissD: Oh, I'm scared, I'm-a shakin in my paws/
Fool, you think you like a black santa claus/
I'ma pause and let the revelation sink in, kid/
Technology got you beat, you bring a scythe like heat/
Scapels will suture slice, medication, that's nice/
I'll watch you in the field in your new job planting rice/
I look twice, "Aw, lil' D be scrappin' away/
'cuz his lil' scythe ain't no good 'gainst a man who won't play"/
GMD: Now it's personal, I'm more like a chaos,/
Parents run pell-mell when they kids fall into wells/
I don't hawk my services to sell, niggas come runnin' to buy/
I get by watchin' depression manifest the confession/
You say hoody hoo to ya lord but here I come wit ma sword/
Holla at Seth, Apep, Shiva and the like sessions/
I make confections with bodies drawn by rigormortis tight/
Cut 'em with a blade black as death, or dark as night
MissD: Ya right, you dream
GMD: I scheme, fool, you the one that sleep
MissD: Oh, that was good. You continue to peep/
In the night with you little nightlight on/
I'ma find you scared under covers with the NIGHTLIGHT ON
GMD: SON YOU STEP, I got books of this/
Tomes to make you say "clever", I'ma sever you off,/
scythe tetherball!
MissD: WHATEVER))

"KEIN SHUT UP YOU HAVE BEEN RAPPING FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR GO EAT A HOT MEAL AND TAKE A COLD SHOWER JEEEEEEEEZ"

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((GMD: Yo give me summa that fiiiiine shit nah I wanna beat like fudge ripple
MissD: I'll ripple you an your wack rhymes
GMD: B that wuz hurt
MissD: That's not all that's hurt boney, and when I say boney I am sarcastically referring to your lack of erectile prowess
GMD: Oh now you done it now you done it

(BEAT START)

GMD: Step into tha past we last past time criminal/
Thas my bud father T, mentality clock subliminal/
Cuz we ring temporal not bound by the ticks/
or the clicks, my scythe reaches forth to liberate the sick/
cuz I'm sick, At six o' clock you done half dead an'/
At the full twelve I'll be holdin' your head nah
MissD: Man shut up,/
You thinkin' you aaaaaaaalll that/
I know a few top hats be liberatin' cats/
Sing a little hocus pocus for Hollywood and Vine/
Sit you down for a spell you and your father time/
Sit you down for a spell you and your KEIN'/
Sons of Earth rap on with the metal and wood/
Breakin' Death down cuz he up to no good.
GMD: Yoooooooo/
Ya need a sewage plant for all that shit you speak/
Rhymes buggin large I'll have you dead by next week/
I turn the other cheek of bone medusa glance to stone/
I'm not alone in my opinion we all seen/
I opine that your censure is obscene/
MissD: HA You just a drama queen/
GMD: You a fiend/
An' I'm not just talkin' bout the dutches/ nah mean?/
One two with two slice I'll have you on crutches
MissD: Oh, I'm scared, I'm-a shakin in my paws/
Fool, you think you like a black santa claus/
I'ma pause and let the revelation sink in, kid/
Technology got you beat, you bring a scythe like heat/
Scapels will suture slice, medication, that's nice/
I'll watch you in the field in your new job planting rice/
I look twice, "Aw, lil' D be scrappin' away/
'cuz his lil' scythe ain't no good 'gainst a man who won't play"/
GMD: Now it's personal, I'm more like a chaos,/
Parents run pell-mell when they kids fall into wells/
I don't hawk my services to sell, niggas come runnin' to buy/
I get by watchin' depression manifest the confession/
You say hoody hoo to ya lord but here I come wit ma sword/
Holla at Seth, Apep, Shiva and the like sessions/
I make confections with bodies drawn by rigormortis tight/
Cut 'em with a blade black as death, or dark as night
MissD: Ya right, you dream
GMD: I scheme, fool, you the one that sleep
MissD: Oh, that was good. You continue to peep/
In the night with you little nightlight on/
I'ma find you scared under covers with the NIGHTLIGHT ON
GMD: SON YOU STEP, I got books of this/
Tomes to make you say "clever", I'ma sever you off,/
scythe tetherball!
MissD: WHATEVER))

"KEIN SHUT UP YOU HAVE BEEN RAPPING FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR GO EAT A HOT MEAL AND TAKE A COLD SHOWER JEEEEEEEEZ"