cant miss my swings that hit your ego with dread//
like pistol whips drillin with each blow to your head//
bitches twisted excuse is that i abused him wickedly truthful//
and had peeps in stitches from clues that this noobs a chrit- pullover-suit//
who can fathom why this wack package grabbin addict is attackin//
im protectin my assets, so he cant snatch on my rappin//
this sixteen year old Chino*//
tries to kiss dick like Benzino//
this kid has been roasted incinerated to toast//
dissipated and floated so i ate him lyrically coated//

explain:

* Chino?

somethin in the next half hour would be good...