you got at me i'll get at you.

with broken bones and limbs i'll still beat down renegades.
packin heat under clothing. inside my cast got grenades.
we can go hand to hand and i'll open you fade with my cast.
no witnesses no nothing cause i stay with glock and mask.
keep michael out ya mouth like undercooked food at barbeques.
gay jokes is played out like former backstreet boys dudes.
kanye spit through wires and i murder rappers with broken limbs.
come this way one more time, catch the bottoms of my timbs.
doctor's orders say stay off your feet don't get to worked up.
but i'm leaving red on your shirt. taste it. it ain't ketchup.
fuck it. even in a full body cast you stance no chance.
like parapleglics will never get a shot to clap and dance.

next weapon=golf balls.