aight man



yo

yer actin Deranged,so ima-"Rearange yer Antics",

by Slayin yer Brain with Fanged Chains,and Hang you til yer "Backs Splits",..........

so you could say ima Kill You with Words,in this lyrical "Text Dictation"/

Violate you in the Worst Way,then ask how my "Dicks Tastin"/

ill probly Catch A Case,from this "Verbal Molestation"/

the Only Way you ever Really Spit,is through yer daily "Herbal Masterbation"/

let me Express The Stress,when i press the "Tek to ya Chest"/

knowin im Depositin Shells through ya Vest,to "Invest in yer Death"/

yes i Confess,im one of the few "Hells Blessed"/

hence the God like Destruction,to yer very Next Text/1


death became you in ten bars in ten minutes