This storys ending up a gory accident, The house in the rappers hid
Now His victories going out the window, like cecelies kid-nappers did!
Go practice, bitch....Phayme's poetic literature from teens in rupture
That'll decimate yours eyes on both sides of your verse to lean your structure!
LM's dreams are punctured, break a leg..arm, nose, hand and teeth
I mean, When LM was declared leader of Central, they all began to leave
Damn it chief..Not even words can expand on what your flow-needs
Your from the Promising land..an Centrals like your Peter Pan Chronies!
Sadamn salutes the Way I bomb your coordinates track off all your piles
I wouldn't be ringin in so much votes, if you took ya hand back off the dial!
Roll an avanlanche over your victorious posture, an bold your pride
His mistress took one look in his pants, he was like "c'mon baby, it's cold outside!"
Fold your eyes, Oh guys...look at his denchers, pre-used bit trash
so when He's gassed up, Im equipped with Gasoline and a lit match
The finishin touch..of wackness, Yes it's true it's his pleasento
And dw has a taste for male-children, nowonder you stayed in central

done....