My Lyrics Descending, Renderin' You Defensless.....
Pressure mountin on ya Cranium-Ya mind gettin Restless.....
Foolin ya Lyrical Devices wit Stealth and Camoflauge.......
Hazardous to Herbs Health-Hittin ya wit Lyrical Volleys n' a Barrage.....
I Collide wit ya Rhymes but mine Dominate...
Create a Body count at a Phenominal Rate.....
LyricleSolja Minds been Fractured and Shattered nuttin left to Obliterate....
Cast this Fool into Eternal Rest This Herbs Just Sealed his own Fate.....
Ya rhymes are timed-bad just like Premature Ejaculation......
The onli time ya get "Hot" is from the friction on ya hand of u Masterbatin.....