much oblidged, to have this kid scared-to-death/
like a upside-down cross, i'll reverse the meaning of bless//
with a lyrical-casturation, i'll leave you subliminal-blasts/
in the era of the criminal, you sweating more pounds off then slim-fast//
as a lawyer of rap, i open-n-close this case/
spray mase in ya face, tie strings on you, and play you like tapes//
you think im done wit dis lame? na,, im just beggening by faultin his frame///
you couldnt be hot if you fell in a puddle of lava/
rhymes weak like placid penises, and to slow to compete in java (text)//
to bad ya lit-er-acy, is so far under my beat, you see?/
this tight lil verse that i spit, you might not be able to read//