hell has no fury, sentenced to damnation by a crooked jury/
got replied like a slap by sensational cherri, its scary/
to face the fact that i be wack and whoppers taste better dan big macs/
but dat don't affect me one bit, all yall are seeds in a weed sack/
got to take you out one by one then plant & stack all da shit u said back/
see i attack like a white shark, one drop of blood to lit up da spark/
engage in a battle is the way this snake rattles as i ride high on my saddle/
throwin pumpkin pies as i begin to realize this is just a website, shake da dice/
what you get...snakeyes on the front page of the l.a times givin you da.../
goodtimes and i'm out with a short, not to dope but shit dat cut yo throat/
rymes/