they call the 8th wonder/
cause i spit thunder/
like rain storms/
u betta brain storm/
and think of tatics/
to keep yo faggot ass/
out of a caskit/
im done fuckin wit these lames/
my game is real simple/
if u step up/
im pop ur dirty ass like a pimple/
so when i pull out/
ya gots ta run/
u dont....ill send u to heaven/
to meet big....pac...and pun../
im the one..like neo from matrix/
the should call me cancer/
the way my ryhmes stay sick/
ya ryhmes is basic...like crak wit no bags/
if i would see u in person./
i would problly slap ya hoe ass/
im so fast/ furious like vin diziel/
my ryhems will have u runnin to the feds screamin/
THIS KIDS LETHAL/
no disrespect dawg,,,ya ryhmes is trash/
matta of fact shitty.....so i geuss ya rhymes is ass/
plus i got ur gurl on me cause she likes the love/
plus she knows i give more punches/
then tysons glove....im out....1