Explaining his punches and shit what a fuckin wack job

lucky i dont have a feild day on your ass......



Hit U in the dome with a frying Pan then I'll Cut Ur Head in Half & Give U Splitting headache U K
Man u play with More Street Balls Then a AND1 Mix Tape
Close Ur Foot In a ELEVATE OR DOOR and ur one step to the Next the Level
You Couldn't Write Killer lyrics if You wrote ur Verse on ur chest with a scalpel
With those ryhmes you really think you cant be caught your elusive
Well this is murder in the first brought to you by ICE PICK as a frontlinez Exclusive
There's no escaping-tha-stress that Ill causes-wit-a-verse
So damn good....G dies...but he still applauding-in-tha-hearse,
He'll be dead without-his-fame... I'm simply iller than he'll ever-be,
His family are born losers....so I guess tha defeat is heriditary
secondly, my rhymez like corpse jeans, dead-lee(deadly)
good thing ya only do text, cuz yu would never make it as an emcee
yu bitin my style like a toddler, which meanz yu teethin
and its like i turned yu into saturday and sunday the way i leave yu weekend(weakend)
Your Wack lyrics are in effect . Hit from behind like car fenders...
Gentle queer must work in a club, cause ya "bars-tender."