i wasnt ment to get put on, i put my-self on
write my verse N spit heat,
so da only time i'll be be-hind bars, if i had my cell on
ya frail the type to get levft to sing ya bail song
i got my heat-pack on my waist
if i smell ya breath then im clapp'in faces of course
and have ya pimples looking like dripp'in strawbarry souce
take ya bitch burdbarry bra leave'in nut's on ya porch
ya spit heat? then i'll flame ya torch
and skate off with ya ice in a cup
slice'in ya pup's, leaving ya skin fold'ed like ya pants-cuff
take'in ya chance tuff, cuz i'll whipe the floor with ya like a swiffer
ya think ya slick but my punches be slicker
how the fuck you expect to hit hard if my dick thicker?
i aint no bar tender, but i'll send a few shots
aint no doctor, but ya'll get poked like a flu-shot
jambling with ya life only got u open for some "change" like a new-slot
aint no fed but im creepin on a new-spot
with a new glock, tak'in ova the sceen like young-bully's for some new blocks
i'll toss ya lungs in the air, have ya run'in for ya breath
confess whos the best, cuz like strippers guess who was felt
its like boxing a midget, ya always go below the belt

bang bang quick free......