i'd rather 'live' in ya moms snatch..ya 'sonic' is past a willy wombat
'dont wasted time thinking bout the future' just prepare for combat
break ya bones and leave you 'pieces of life.'.who knew 'fieces' could write?
i smash ya numbers with a hammer like pieces of dice
abstract..twist his cap back ..his 'hitlist' isnt hitting...
in 'websters' under bullshit, ya face is 'the definition...'
as i stomp his shit..who cares about 'awards and accomplishments'
beat you down from here to providence..my prominence is dominant