yo im bout to reap my first soul

i place embassy's on cpr anasthetics//
lyrikal regime hotter then saddam's regional ethics
turn your squad to mere ruins in the frequency of.................SECONDS//
swords that turn them canibal niggas to snail decay//
you think ur good you aint nothin juss cause ur from da four twentay//(ur sig)
incarcanate lyriks that hesitate, turn your insides to featherweight//
Specter forces the G's in your skull to levitate//
your brain cells incenerate//
make niggas blush to ruby red tiedye, eye dye ya insides//
blindside your skin hyde to see through like fabric cloth design//
diteriete your squad to ancient hieroglypic sand dust//
my shots turned bravheat to featherdust.....


dam that was gay...oh well enough to beat you