This rhyme battlin' ain't happenin' like watching syndicated Re-Run episodes of black shows
You couldn't blow up with the shit you spitting in front of flames, like alot of these other ASS-HOLES
Verbally handling ya, massacared , and brutal perceptions
Just when you thought you caught the jist of it, I've made an interception
I'm unpredictable and unstable
Sodomize with vicious lines that'll send your gay-ass where your dad couldn't take you
Ripping your script and use it as my cogradulatory parade conffettii
Waving at your bitch ass, my prederatory gaze is steady
I'll spit lead into your jeep and leave you sleeping at stop lights
Forensics wouldn't blame me, they'll put Suge under some spot lights
You probaly act Hood,when only hood you've been in is sweats and drawsrtings