outcome came in last and out the closet
wearin mamas dresses and fuckin the bathtub faucet, i got a salad, wanna toss it?
a rare one like t-bones undercooked on the skillet
your minds half full so no fear for you to spill it
bite rhymes like pitbulls and vampires
tiptoe around my lyrics like acrobats on high wires
less word play than scrabble, i control mics-you dabble, i speak ill-you babble
you need to change your diaper, come back clean, hit up the next cypher, you're two minute, i'm a lifer