ayo,
fuck flame throwers, u wanna fuk wit the games owner?
i slang cain boulders while you fags stay home an rub shoulders
u fake soldiers best try a new angle
anything u spit i flip 180 degrees and let ya words dangle
But its YOU mangled, tangled in my chainz(rhymes)
you a fool to come chancin' in ma game
Like Maralyn Manson on a plane, your above wierd
ill make it my plain to blow outcha brain an leave ya guts smeared
Like criss-cross, this faggit goes both ways to get his gritz off
i know ya secret ya weak bitch, thats why you pissed off
while you smell foreskin i smell another win
You lip-lock with other men, u got 'pur' on top wit 'solo' under im.