Chorus: Yo, I'll turn your face blue, make your blood ooze, give your cranium a bruise, mutilate your body dude, Just ta prove. Just, Just ta prove. Just ta prove.
V1: The lyrical impression i leave on ya brain will give ya a concussion, to ya head the blood is rushin, my shoulder i am dustin, off, cause you cant touch me, ya lost, whats the, cost, your frozen in time like jack, frost, cause i've masterd this shit, your just a basterd bitch, i got nothin ta prove, to a dude, i'd rather piss him off and give him an attitude, so his rhymes are weakend, got em so mad he's findin troubles speakin, and i got time to start missile seekin, rip your spinal cord out screamin fatality, it was a flawless victory, now your group wants pick me, cause im straight sick G
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V2: Look its the second verse, this is the one thats gonna hurt, ya pride, and make your blood squirt, your in the back dead while your chicks out here comin out her skirt, every guy in the club gets to feel her up, put my dick in her so far cum out her mouth and fill your cup, you suck that shit down cause it makes you drunk, fuck cat you smell like a skunk, or better yet, like your mothers cunt, mad cause you ot jumped, punked, by a kid filled with so much spunk, shut up bitch your ships sunk and i won, im makin this song, just for fun, to poke and prod at anyone, who thinks i got somethin ta prove, plus there was nothin ta do, so while i let this shit brew, and stew, on your brain, ima try and clean out this blood stain, from my shoes...
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Yeah only 2 verses...might add another after i get some input...