jaws open wide, you would think they were pryed,
scene kings collide, with a lion full of pride,
rough is how we ride, bludie and black eyed,
to anyone who tries, were twisted like ties,
do grimey shit that flies, hold ya breath to our demise,
and youll see to your surprise, that our eyes are to the skies,
eyes on the prize, right to the hole,
you stop at the thighs, you need a new goal,
rhymes so wise, we sound like we old,
if ya beef arives, it will pay a toll,
there will be no revise, no chance to mold,
you rhyme in pint size, put it on hold,
we rhyme in gold, you could take a lesson,
its in the finess, no need stressing,
the beef we asses, is success while impressing,
the skills we posses, is worth expressing,
never take a rest, just keep progressing
you could say were blessed, but than youde be guessing,
well leave ya brain pressed, so hard your regressing,
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