look, we call you blindeye cuz i stabbed-one/
cuz u thought chu could talk slick holdin a cap-gun//1

you were wrong, and you paid tha price, bitch-suffer/
ya girl gives dome to so many cats she's like a dick-buffer//2

scrawny lil white boy tryna be like me,-walk,-talk,-an-ack,-like-a-G/
you get caulked,-chalked-and-smacked-like-a-flea//3

bow down to tha kid like im tha Wes Connection/
my lyrics to "mattie's beatz" blow thu ya vest-&-chest-son//4 (our friend matt)

ion needa finisher here's an extra bar jus to meet tha quota/
cuz my werds busted ya good optic after it saw um and swoll-up//5



g'luck homie!

PEACE!!!
~1~