aiyyo, now im gonna grill this motherfucker vicousthoughts
turn it up hotter than when im cookin delicous brats
this mothafuckas softer than some angels wings
and silk and down, but that'll make the pain i bring
feel like torture, like new york on the eleventh
the terrorist missed, they wanted to send u to heaven
these lyrics i spit, are far to "COMPLEX" (his crew)
for u to be a factor, in this CONTEST
im at home doin shrooms cause that shits organic
this motha fucka maken up words like spitsophrantik