Holdin Clipz Wit 7rounds and 7+1 Capacity/
Get Shot in The Mouth Like 50../..Bullets that Rip threw Ur Cavitys./
Ghetto Slicin Niggas Wit Room Keys..Start.Callin me Cassidy/
These Autentic Rhymes Soon to Leave These Emcess at Tragady/
Gettin inside the Niggas head To Find his Weakness is My Stradagy/
Once i Find it ill Have u Rollin around the Floor Like a Dead Battery/
im Faily Accurate in Close Range Wit the 32.auto../
So fuk around..And u Wont wake Up To see tommorow./
Hydrodetic Energey Transferin Threw ya Chest ../
Nowhere around Ur abdoman But around Ya left breast../
Guarenteed to put ur ass in Cardicact arrest Cuz../
Dats Where ya Heart is..Where all ur Tubes and vains live../
if i Duck ya Shot im aiming for Under your last Rib./
Eliminatin all ya Oxegen away From ya Body../
Not Something i learend On the Streets../ But based on Karatee../
Wraped Fist Flyin Thur ur Splean../.
Dat will Have u Layed out..Quicker than a Jakie Chan Scene/
All ya Can Do is Sit and Dream About Bein a Star./
But im Notin Close to the Main Event...im Just gettin Read to Spar./
Dont Need a Flashy Car..My Feet Does me Wonders./
all That Chrome Does is Give u a Easier chance to Get Hit by THunder/