Lyrics
If your want or need em
ayo fuck this soulless....
this bitch can't hold this-
He aint gotta shot at vic unless his name is moses-
walk in an crack his dome like his first name is rome-
Last thing on your mind..will be them fed's tappin ya phone...
Home alone wit the chrome...now soul's an emcee...
smash his head in the dash....like he's in the front-seat....
Next time you'll strap yourself when your battling me....
Just like Normandy Beach...Bitch it's your Doom's Day....
Lay you right in your grave-next to Tim McViegh.....
U can call me crazy...
your punches dont faze me.
Face the facts-
The only way ur gettin vote's-
is when your workin face down in Herb's laps-
your rap's....Perhap's....worth droppin cash-
based on the facts- it's like ur handicapped-
fall back-yo-your not worth the mention...
I gotta open fist smack-just to eas-the tension-
punch's driving steak's like my flo is stigmata-
I'm knockin him out the park like my mic' is Tejada-
Runnin for his deer like he's on an impala....
You belong in this game...like ODB as a scholar-
So button up that shirt...wipe off the dirt....
An go back suckin dick an Obey your Thrist.....
your a waste of verse....let alone my oxygen-
I dun light soul up up more than chrome hallogen's....