lol.. band.. this is why i love cyphers..
you damn strait, my battles be hot as ya breathe, and nothin less..
breakin-ya-chest cavity, its
Calamity when i be spittin-my-best..
I can sswitch-styles, move-crowds,gun diseased hoes like you by-the-pounds..
leave you beatin and bashed-out,nigga saw me in the casino n cashed-out..
fags-out, of the closet that is,i smash-mouths, that vomit and shit,passed-out..
the only pre-written i write for you is the one in ya will..
i give niggas the verse, then they finish the-deal..
outlastin-this-kid,he drunk like im passin-him-gin..
you caughin?,then i think i gave you a patha-na-gen..(pathogen)
blastin-within,watch as i'm trashin-his-limbs..
leave him more yellow then the back-of-his-timbs..
tryin your style on for size
