truth is; i been studying ancient karate
finna use a hundred fists to break your body
return to the dojo, spit a haiku and sip sake
just know, the reason its child's play for me to kill you
is because i make a habit of doing things you can't do,
namely maxing with your boo,
sipping pernod in the jacu-
z-i-p's and green ooze
stay away glitter to impress wack fools.
lived in a cave since the age of two,
ever since i been taking the el
feels like i've changed dude,
now i stalk the bleak streets with a mean mug
you might spot me in the yard with peach lambic in a big jug
but fuck with me, might see a bloody knife
tibetan crews trained to kill on sight,
and who, given the option, just might
choose to break you on the wheel of life.
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