Betta duck quick smart when I fire shots at yo bitch heart/
str8 from tha esophagus, hot like tha tropics when I spark-/
tha cypha, no 2nd thorts I'll drop tha mic an knife ya/
fuck, im tha type 2 erase yo face and beat ya wife up/
in front of tha kids; my style traumatises tha weak/
its War mutha fuckaz, I got tha raw rymes that'cha seek/
raw rymes that are guilty of war crimes on tha street/
on tha frontline; my punchlines put a punk 2 sleep/
got you shook like Parkinsons disease; im constantly sparkin up trees/
im an animal, cannibal, eating up a carcass of meat!/
quite partial 2 beef, so come at me with all dat ya got/
a fuckin menace in yo hood, you betta off callin tha cops/
hit tha floor when I rock, my minds twisted an sadistic/
flow like blood from a slit wrist, step up an getcha wig split/
so what, you know cats? fuck, tha more tha merrier/
give a fuck if you got gats my metaphors'll bury ya!!
WarHawk wid a 16.
Fuck what you thort,
bringin back tha raw hip hop.
ww3 Ma'fuckaz, Temple reppin!!!
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