i'm back quicker than tha flash
watch ur back
or better yet u should wash your gat
wit polish type wax
and come to attack me wit a mac
10 or 11, still holdin my 47
forget heaven
I'm hell-bound from spendin
money on this rhyme
crime is my mind defined
like despite sprite's lemon and lime
that will acidify ur citric
my spits are sickness
like a dik-chick wit syphillis
sickle cells in ur iris
been defined on papyrus
as tha new type of virus
inject this perfection
into ur complexion...

do u like it?

__________________
<marquee>?</marquee>