aiight heres how my shit goes, it flows threw tha west coast hoes
stick a pen do em in eight million stories bout tha chiken n tha hen
brought up threw tha ghetto, livin on tha edge hopin ya not a benedetto
u think ur 9mm is a special weapon, well it aint n i gots a confession
ill pack pull n carry my Ak, so its a tick tock time limit to run away
puff puff pass sittin in sunday school class,fuk tha shit ur smokin alkali grass
u think thats a high to rise,ive got tha escalator arrisin to tha higher skys
u wanna rap like an mc, then show it on this battle n bust free
ill take ya out anytime of this life, u probs rappin bout cheese n a butter knife
so bring ya shit lets see wat ya got, ill rap more u more often then not

Peace, Meth__420