Ya futures looking grim and tilas the beat reaper//
Not a clash..more like a brush and im the street sweeper//
Send a heat seeker..bullets follow you like a geek creeper//
il make this freak speaker awake..u deep sleeper//
good morning...
evening or afternoon when man blast his tune//
ya shits ass like Loon..ya flows off task you goon//
Im past you bitch..so pass the fifth let me blast this -itch-//
Sounding like a record -scratching-..men laugh at ya spit//
That aint the half of it..recognize you're in disarray//
Cos in ya town you get terrorized like the USA//
You're a victim..its sad but unfortunately true//
Its normally you..i spit from all angles..you can call me a crew//
I like you the least..you get less fanny than a priest//
gay and a necrophiliac..like fucking a tranny thats deceased//
With this cock il annoint..bitch'll be a new born cos i bless//
Tell ya girl to bring a camera..can be my new porn actress//
I dress..zip up and chuck the bitch out//
Hour later i forget bout your pussy that i just rip out//
Ya girl wants me..this concept aint played fuck you//
Its bout as played as players do, the only played here was you//
see ya girl clocking wont disapoint when im rockin a joint//
Stop and I point..holla that she bout to feel a cock in her joint//
Im hot and on point like a flame on an arrow//
How you gonna shine when you claim to be shadow//