Test your masses with brute force, you sassin for what you asking,
Remorse from passing new doors, my assasins, riding camels like newports,
Like Aladin, Ima leave you styling like bin-laden, your death we plot,
Phoeniix sought to seek BombZ's fire, and swears to god that he's hot,
The flaws he has brought to mankind, only `wakes up` in the mourning,
Showering, and finally realizes that he's more washed up than M. Jordan,
Sprinkle water on this ember, brain-washed, I guess he doesn't remember,
Make ya hot-spot turn into the month of december, ya' frotin into surender,
Re-entered, just to be insured, but wor I couldn't be hurt if I was injured..