yo,
even if the bunner on my hip, ya nose still gonna "smell da Glock".. bro
cuz like ya sister boyfrined, when i bust in ya crib ya sis i'll be like so?
u gay herb i'll tan ya hide like leather in friction
my gat'll split u stiff into "four-kast" like a weather prediction *ha*
i'll drown ya face in-dirty-water, cuz ya nasty flow i'll leave u murked-mate
plus the only thing mentaly "ill" about u, is that u stoled rhyme from the 3ed-grade
i could read ya shit "Fifty" times, N it still wouldnt "Make-Sence"
I Quake-Menz, the closest this cat got to "underground" was freestyling in hes basement

personal
1st bar= read what it says under hes name, N where hes from..