O my god dog its about time u got to work//
I was wondering when i would get a good reason for ur ass to get merked//
But hold up ho, it looks like you've been studying the dictionary//
I can read my rhymes of the back of a cereal box and still kill u,Fairy//
Shit if thats not legit that i dont know what it is//
Ur ass is a fuckn dreamer if u think this shits gonna promote u to the music bizz//
And now u wanna get canabalistic,if eatin ur gurls pussy is count, then ive already been in this shit//
I make ur mind go blurry and off task//
My lines is simple and not confusin and i smoked u like a pound of Grass//