lynx slippin in spittin......... so he’s relyin on spittin his writtins
but the truth is, he couldnt drop ‘shit’ if he mixed ‘exlax’ wit ritlin
dubz coming at yo hot and quick like an expresso outta star bucks
so when im done, u'll be left smokin at the tip like disposed cigar butts
with the shit I ‘carrey’ i'll hawk yo ‘mask’ off and leave yo brain ‘smokin’
my name’s spokin while im out tokin the nine which’ll leave yo frame broken
you know the saying, ‘smoking kills’........... but guns will kill u quicker
this nigga couldnt hit a ‘bar’ if you........ seeked to get drunk off liquor
i run wit the toast......... so use caution if you think to approach me
or ima have you layin in plastic bags......... like path-mark groceries