Hook
I know, that the show ended long ago but I hope…
Ill hear from you again but I know…
If you were smart youd stay away from my art
Im just hopin I get to see you at the curtain call.
I know I said I was done, but I still got the will to battle more
After I attack, you Pentagon, leave you with half the Build you had before!
I flow to the seashore, no wait… I unno im done with this female
I meant youll hear my flow forever, your eardrum be-come a seashell!
You an aimless target tryin to make a mark by sayin hardships,
Ill put your face on cartons, sayin lost how this kids fame was started.
Ill have this dude missin, Geno sittin atop of a crude hit list
With rhymes this tight, shit I got Sick Lines like Soup Kitchens.
I havent really heard a personal, I knew that you never would
Shit I could probably diss myself better than you ever could, haha
I know im strainin your thoughts, its like your brain bashed and block
Watch your façade corrode, but im Composed, Sebastian Bach!
Your drop random points, you’re a scat-ter plot and its really tragic
How he a wordsmith when he worships Billy Talent?
Sayin I fold like a Deck, clever punch… this boys too much
Youll fall to my hand, im on some King Shit without a Royal Flush!
You end up Toyd and Fucked like Dildos, so this beef memorabilia
For this whole site to see how I left you Fuckin Dead like Necrophilia!
It pains me to see this Canadian freak cant accept he takin defeat
Youd Improve if you Branched Out Geno like your Family Tree… oh
Lookin like a case of rape and incest, a caveman’s incense
Thought “id like to look like a man” cut his hair, then placed on his chest,
The remains of what came from his head, “now im closer to Shady this time,
And my step-dad will no longer say “come here baby your mine”
Geno step back ok my track is great your raps a waste that I lacerate,
So how you expect to Hold Your Own when you cant even Masturbate!
I don’t expect a response cause by now, surely your text gone
But you can put 2 and 2 together and figure out why Ego bein Slept On.
Let me show you how my brain works, compile files like visionaries
The Left Sector equipped with Spell Checker, Right with Dictionary.
Thesaurus cortex supports text along with the mic in which he carries,
So when it transfers to words, the result is mouth spit Obituaries!
This is the last breath of your last lung, ill diminish ya,
Take my favorite lyrics pen to Signature… on your gravestone to finish ya.
Hook
I know, that the show ended long ago but I hope…
Ill hear from you again but I know…
If you were smart youd stay away from my art
Im just hopin I get to see you at the curtain call.
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