(IRONMIC PENITENTIARY, SINDICATE CITY...2:09 p.m...)

"a yo...pass the kite to x-felon..."

^^^player please...im tryna print this out on paper to read
fuck! i did that, it wont work...im not fluent in haterese
pal your foul...like a ball on 'that' side of the base-line
u couldnt even see me with your queer eye for the str8 guy
if lyrics were scratch and sniff, yours smell like ass and piss
if gay sex were accidents, u couldnt wait to crash in dicks
dont lie! this guy was arrested for pushin' crack dimes...
not the sacked kind, but the 1 in his pants on the backside
charismatical magic...this pimpness has total control of me
ur goin out wit my sister...and mister, SHE'S even all over me
when i spray in 15's dude, its only so my slugs can mingle
they kno u inside out, i blaze, u just burn like da usher single
im more lethal then death when i hit you with lead...
i'll put away this teck and just use my pencil instead
if hip hop were sinking and you were the only lifeboat around
ride wit u or go down? r.v. and i voted...we chose 2 drown
convicted twice 4 wack flows, theres no need 4 a 3rd strike
da wardens rite its hopeless, u shoulda learned the 1st time
im sick, determined 2 giv ur pc hiv and fleets of diseases kid
cuz ur shits all washed up, like lacey peta-sons baby fetus did

.....ouch. next time you'll have my pack of smokes and ramen noodles when i tell you to biotch!!!. now these large black gentleman will escort you back to your cell...compliments of the sindicate homie.

".....just in case you were wondering.....we're CRHYME SINDICATE convict. we'll never serve sentences, we just SERVE SENTENCES. plus, we got our own set of keys...we visit at anytime."

"...just ask nicely. lol."

the super......of the CRHYME SINDICATE