you like O.J without the bronco, you shit out of luck//
mistic-rogues get offed beaten slapped and drug by a truck//
at faggots I bust, so bitch i'm suggestin you duck//
my lyricals will have you sad like lassi losing a pup//
cruisin the streets clappin at faggots such as ya self//
nah i aint homophic but that anal shit is bad for ya health//
murkin you slaughterin kats usin lyrical stealth//
not ghost written but sickly spitten so u can't use'em yaself//