Stretch u out like taffy...and watch u break/
My flows is a calligraphy... beatiful dont try and take/
I spit like daffy... only absorb so much, like a sponge, then your done and I aint talkin bout crabby patties/
It's a war goin on, if I cant say my flows legal then its a contraband/
Me and the Chryme Syndicate do guerilla warfares/
U cant stop me when im on fire unless u smoky the bear/
Ill have u in ya van goin, talkin bout u aint scared/
Run u over with a H2, forget about the O, I came here for what I need to do/
Thats turn ya body in to bloody water/
Raisin the prices so when I get charged for slaughter, that one phone call wont be to ya mama so I wont have to call her/
Double-digit inflation/
Messin ya familys death rate up, Im glad we have no relation/
Somethins gonna be tickin when these two black hands hit ya, and I aint talkin bout a rolex/
Im killin u wit this poetry I guess ill call it a sonnet/

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