lets go;


this nigga spittin writtin rhymes....i flow from da back of my head
my bullets hit da back of ya head... and watch ya brains flap on da bed
im a dough boy in this rap shit...so i stay wit toasters
you know my heats be tragic...i got eagles like the u.s. postage
this cat spits silly rhymes...even ya peers laugh atcha
leave you thinkin suicidal...while you at home watchin fear factor