Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight/
You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like/
The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe/
Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light/
Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders/
Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders/
You roll benches till playin fear was fair game/
Ya'll got fucked up like sex on an airplane/
That's why we can't change, we just ill/
We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real/
You a chump punk idiot lakcin luster n class/
The only thumbs up u get is from ur dad n up ur ass/
That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour/
That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store/


uhh....yea.....drop ya shit.