Ya names body count, but you aint got 1 kill under ya belt//
Im a drama bomba, droppin lava to make you melt//
My hearts stone, and your centers hollow//
I dont see you spittin so you must swallow//
I'll take ya whole crew out 1 by 1//
Fuck a vest, you pack stun guns//
You best not test, run son//
I pack burnas that'll turn ya face to gums//
I annhilate, and make you hyper ventalate, pace ya breath//
Im tha highest and great, its like you lookin at God in tha faces of death//
Get splattered instantly to leave me shattered you need an infantry//
Fuck it you need tha Navy, Army, and Marines//
You'll never fade me or disarm me, Im supreme//
I spit lead flows til heads blow, your envy has got you green//
Fuck a smooth joint and club, I stay on point, built 4 tha city like Lugz//
Go head drop ya coin, you aint 50 Cent you catch more than dents from tha slugz//
