T. 18

They say Jesus is the realest, G's up, Satan's down.. Did a fast for week and it lasted till devil's weep, tappin' out.. Let God show how to box up a demon from inside down.. He rides to the greatest chapter of life, near 6 feet resurrect in my grounds.. Take shot's till he creeps, makes his ass dope pound.. Squares in the beholder, triangle trap, slit throat spiritually, and let him sound.. Off in a voice, no one on Earth0Link can even imagine, he gets around.. Slow'd deep sleep, G & K twists his neck until he drowns.. In his own voice, drool puddle and he's hoisted.. Get this clown off of my noun.. I does what it doesn't, box him up and shut 'em down.. A soulful choice, purge'D's off of my G. Double O.'s is straight up eyes hellbound.. Sick 'em dawg, rub Vick's on the Mic, strangle a piece of devilish mist into the mound.. Box'd, lock, triangulated daps from G's right hand, J on the hound..