ayo...

my parents got married in a hall in coventry/
so lil homie you aint too far-from-me//1
i culd prolly jack off, & spit to your crib... hit cha eye and whisper pardon-me/
you scared to leme know where ya live... cuz you far-from-a-G//2

practice ya flows alil more then maybe you can "assist" me in "entertaining"/
cuz right now my lyrics bounce around in ya brain bogglin ya mind like mental-caving//3

you may be on tha thugline, but ima thug on tha front-line/
ima last longer than you, cuz i think while you jus front-rhymes//4

designed-fa-war? more like a midless-whore... you want group-sex-&-STD's/
crack ya spine-&-jaw, while my mind-is-raw... PEZ is who's-next-to-Rest-In-Peace//5

there it is.. it's ehh... but okay lol

g'luck homie!

PEACE!!!
~1~