wit eyes closed i could pick u out a line up
cuz when u breath i smell pure wet vagina
u sick cuz u fucked in africa wit no rubberz
im sick cuz i used battle crews wit no brothaz
im rich u poor its said that we both veterans
but u still suprised by my rocks like when the flinstones met the jetson
nature i hate to do it
but i have to teach the computer a lesson by pullin u through it
and bruisin ur brain by beatin wit ur spinal chord
u my slave now like saddam to george