I'm a product of my environment... Herbs grow and I smoke
When herbs flow.. I just blow... your brains out your head bro
Doc knock... I hope your specialty is brain surgery
Cause you gone have to rearrange the way your brain's working B.
You thinking punch...your arms jab..your multi's suck..the rhyme lags...
To many of these / those * and those ,
You don't really flow... you blow!
And what's really cold... it's scrapish.. too many teeth to take it.
Your record is barely shaping... you took a challenge from Satan.
Well you asked this devil to dance...put yourself in this circumstance
Barrel on the back of your head.. now it's time to put you on blast!