You need to get at the end of the line dawg and wait your turn/
My lyrics are more worster than the common aid bacterial germ
If there was a college for rappers then I would be the number 1 scholar/
While I'm living big you'll be on a sidewalk yelling "I'll rap for a dollar"
Theres no testing my nuts right now I haven't made out the exam/
But it gone hit harder than the bat being swung by the adopted child BAM-BAM
Run around two miles put your finger to your neck and firmly press/
That's how fast your heart gone be pumping when the barrel is at your chest
I'm a demon through the night, your a child asleep in the bed/
Your like the mortician, can't get pussy so you fuck around with the dead
If you was in the hospital and I was the green line that kept you alive/
I would suddenly go flat and laugh at your ass while you die
All those lines that you spit you should've saved for your next match/
Or better yet you should'nt have wrote cause it isn't no where near rap
Have you ever heard of a statistic, well that's what you just became/
You never know how I'm gone come, like a chamelon I got change

In the words of lil flip "GAME OVER"