Hey, It Could Be 'Worse Though'/
And Listen, I Wouldnt Be Callin You "SON" If Ur Momz Had Taken Her 'Birth Control// prolly my best line...
When i get hard wit rhymes i shine like lip gloss/
u pissed off cause ya dick small so the condom slipped off//
fuck ya verse u can’t even bite off mine/
Just Call Me An Operator, Tha Way I Gotcha Life On The Line//
Ive thought about it and ive come to the conclusion/
that imma kill so bad he gonna need a blood transfusion//
fuck around and my lyrics will seperate ur interior frum ur exterior jus ta show u who has tha superior motivation/
my lyrics act as if they were poisen, come in contact, get ur skin attacked, and tha result is ur coloration seperated frum ur skin fabrication//

ehh... this was terrible.. very, very terrible, but im getting back from a big slump, so... p'z