i c'c'c'cant rap, rap
cus... when i r'r'r'rap rap i start to stutter,
now when i utter my lines without the mutter,
thats when u'll realise my heads stuck in the gutter,
thats when u realise the only weapon i need,
is the ability to rap at speed,
cus every rhime i spit is a leathal weapon,
every line i shit will have u steppin -
off'ov'a a bridge over a suburban setting,
or to a liqour store where alcohol and drugs can set in,
hey, what u bettin... perhaps u want a little pain,
slash the skin over a main vein or atery,
and do it again till ur screamin for a little part'o'me,
yeah, i know, its so hard to be... you,
but fuck it, there's nuthin u can do,
once my tongue has lashed,
thats it, its over, its smashed//