I’m break this Brooklyn street agent in to phase's/ that don’t even face me put this street agent in to a maze /
Well sprain my flows burning him like-mace-does//
Roll this suppose to be emcee up and smoke-him-like-a-blunt//
Stick my dick in your lens and fracsher your optic nerves//
My spits only incurring mental murders and atracting iris' incurring in murders//
I’m gona rip the biceps from your arm//
Let the blood drip and hold a blood funding farm//
This dude snitches more then a f.b.I wire on his chest//
If a pimp was looking for a bitch he would be hired with out a guess//
I murked you so ugly that f.b.I dint bother to investigate--it//
Since I left your body illdisposed and incinerated//