yo
crackheads love my lines cus theyre all dope/
and homos in jail love my bars cus i drop em all day n i aint talkin bout soap/
the lyrically inclined flow is a dyme/
meanin in my shit while yall just spit wat you find/
its deep shit spit when i sit and i rhyme/
and sometimes that crazy shit that sends chills down your spine/
im by myself im the lemon and the lime/
i give cats "Goosebumps" like R.L Stein/
these wack acts claim to stay hot on tracks/
well ill tie you to the train tracks and hit you wit bats till you collapse/
nebody claimin they better then me they deserve slaps/
and if you still beleive step to this and serve that