Some Ho Tline For Yall
 

Catch so much beef from silly fakes starting to smell
Like Philly steaks //
My Grammar deep and settle like hammered sheet metal
Its shaped to conform with my rhymes so I can storm minds
And farm divine, strip the crops of Hip Hop when ripened //
Love dressy dames but thug like Jessie James I rob trains just
To obtain Cash //
Went to porn school end up a born fool for complex sex
World led to girls in bed as they hurl red lip stick next
Sheets wet as my meat get hard //
Talk to MC’S as my plans fracture jaw bones and
Manufacture raw zones on microphones so I speak
To the street and make cats weep //