twist ya figure till i disfigure it, cuz you illiteraite son.....
you waiting for a ass whoopen, well consider it done.....
i got all ya skill in my index, i been known to slam vets.....
watch my hands wrap around ya neck, like fat people in spandex.....
cant nobody be saven ya kind, cuz im inflaming this rhyme.....
& twist ya shit backwards so i can play games wit ya mind....
but i'll menition my intenitions cant be seen on the surface....
cuz i'll make ya feel outta place, like pot heads in church service...
stab a knife up ya ass crack, i'll be doen ya a favor instead...
cuz thats the only time that your shit will ever be red (read)..
how you think you compete with the best, when ever you seeing the tec....
make you feel like you got heart burn, when the heats to ya chest....
you wanna claim that you a thug, i'll murder you wit a famous lanuage.....
cuz the only time that you touched "crack" was when you was whipen ya anus.....
phantom can,catch some when he meets the hard side of my knuckle.....
watch his legs buckle, make his crew suck more lip, then gay lesbian couples......

blah!!.....wasn't even trying