ayo so much shit on my mind hard ta tell where im going fellin like im blind'''
spittin off the top of this lost mind..
you cant pop to shop for ill rhymes...
i kncok when we sqeez with sick 9's and hold dimes!
you hold dimes?well ya eyes tell me ya rhyme's dont shine.
im a lyrical bomber script shit so ill u would think you was fucking you moma(fucking your momma thats ill as in sick)
no dont drop the drama i love ta hear wahck shit like u was spitin like lamas....
i have 221 baby momas and not a one of seen my dollas.......
im sicker then peep's in the ER popin them pill".......
got ya screamin like you was EM and D-12 nothing come paesr to the puple pill,and hill/
shit im in 4 the kills
fucka pole votes u will get a posted note....
sayn meet me in the front lines get ready and clean up ya rhymes///////
and ill battle any of you bitches and merk ya with these lines...
no need ta step ta hard hitter or even call him out im takein every win "with out a shadow of a doubt"...................................