yo yo

My punchlines hittin ya harder dan a Golfball, dis Niggas Shit just ain't up to Par/
Havin Bullets goin through ya body the size of Abdul-Jabbar/
Croz gon fuck ya up harder than Priest at Gay Bars/
My shit leave Scars across ya chest, so Bandaids cant heal da Wounds/
Only way yo rhymes stay hot is if you Flowed in da Fuckin Boiler Room/
Rollin wit da Dark Knights now, keepin da Body full of Armour/
Bendin over for every MuthaFucka, like you da "2k4" Madonna/
Got da balls to Run up On Ya, Holes all over ya body lookin like Fuckin Rodman/
Yellin "Fuck all that put me down", cuz you tired of Niggas makin ya Suck Dick/(his sig)
Finally made it out da Penintentary, Takin it up da ass by Strapped On Chiks/
Croz drop da Lyrics dat leave yo head Confused and Dazed/
Dis "Angel" Nigga tryin to get his Wings, but only Thing stayin Spread are is Fuckin Legs/