A broken hearted contact dealer, like St Michael i take your soul to be judged/
im a bone break contract killer, takin your body to be flushed/
branson bein branned like Charlie Manson on appeal day/
cept you wont even have bail when my lines put you away/
take your seats and get close enough to smell the fuckers blood/
cause ill ring this sucker dry like a 40 day long flood/
im touched that you membered me, im hard to see like a dismembered corpse/
findin my abdomen on the ropes, while my heads still intact to spit your mind to the morgue/
my courses and 80 line reports can leave you pausin/
im flauntin, my drop so hygiene clean that my similies can have you flossin/
i love comin off the larger circuit and rip apart all these rooks/
that aint fear you smell faggot, thats your own reputation bein cooked/
what reputation? you got no deal like the rest of us/
so whats all this ghetto foolin, gansta provin, wanna-be-a-star shit you gotta rep to us/
your fake as shake an bake, im the realest thing under the sun/
you got ya left? i got both hands and i can slap ya with either one/
then ill sit back and relax, pack my punches and take a breatha/
what you talkin bout wins, you havent won a battle yet either/
i only ride fully with 2 loaded pistols in my holsta's/
and ill only bust out and spray you down when im suppost'a/
ill break you, like a conceived child iv lost ya trust/
my wordplay so incredible, its good enough to battle both of us/
ill stick you wit razors and blades contained wit the Aids Virus stored in it/
ill make ya whole drop so contagous that nobody will want to record wit it/
i got no limit to tolerence i keep goin till i explode/
ill ride over the bastard on 24's like T.I thats how I Roll