cops want another trucker with luck/
guess how many Cocks this Mother Fucker Sucks/ (C.M.F.S...)
double ya rhymes, inside 3, multiply infinately/
I prep for a punch, n you ask for sympathy please/
usually when your synical, you target somebody else/
I give punches I humb-a-ly dealt, n you still runnin for help/
double the felt on ya bed, fabric gettin damp in the night/
diapers by day, every 5 minutes, go off like there's a vamp in ya sight/(vampire)
look at ya verse, it's a curse for anybody to read-that/
pamper whatchu write, because it don't give you feedback/
in despite of the right to pursue happiness/
I gotta recite, with the might to reveal crapiness/
which means, you believe in a faulty manner/
'cause you posses less vocabulary then a kindergarden banner/
now that you've bled, ya know DoubleEdge has been fed/

no hate, good luck,

Peace