Im testin a fool, flow exceptional, unquestionable, no exception to rules
Holy book of rhyme the god spit his testament to,
I wont even nut on u pussies theres no affection for u
I spit and u get scared cuz i flow kinda sick
Like i took pills for the flu and hardly got rid of the side effects
Usually, I cut vocals brutally, I spit in circles u could bring 2 to me
Just to compete with the god that i used to be
U bobbin left and right tryin to duke it with me
Bobbin on dick with ya knees not usin ya feet
U couldnt compete, with the god i signed on to crucial keys
I burn u so bad bitch your duesche'll bleed, take u to central park
And stomp u like kid caught on a bad day by a rental cop
U spit? That nut doesnt count u lookin like a pimple popped
I kill u leavin a million witnesses like they did in the city of sin 2pac