I'm Ill... that's real... about to be a legend like spul...
I'll stone you to death like you smoked a whole bowl...
Your of the HB... what that mean... Hoez & Bitches?
What's next? Check seven third's avy... bitches get stitches...
Da Croz done... Fried like the ozone... Gay & Croz yo is a homo-phone...
I freeze the beef... Yo got beef with me... I leave you in the snow alone...
Da Croz reminds me of Empire... you caught up on your self...
Lose you get slapped... when you lay doubles of the cards your delt...
You're a regular guy jackin' off poppin' bras... but there's only one diference...
Ya getting off on your cousin Andrew Martz... I'm heated like pop-tarts...