yo yo yo everytime I rhyme i'm looking for feedback
another brother in the prime could certainly see that
just cuz i dissed you dont mean you gotta be mad
I may not be black but i'm angry like Sin-bad
osoma bin laden where the fuck is he hiding
he's biding his time his finger is sliding in your asshole
I think we're looking at another celebrity centerfold
i'm simply appauled i've drank & i've brawled
but osamas killed more than me by almost two-fold
pick up the phone, yeah i'm headed to the bronx
i've got a skeleton in my closet & a skull in my trunk
lets start to make this official
my intentions superfiscal but thats just superstition
i was led to the promise land by my intuition
this was in relation to my good condition
no more ghetto life no more arbratration
i've seduced scandelous sluts for just the sensation
now i'm back in black in a baby blue cadillac
top down in H town we talk alot of smack
we hit dope fiends high hope mean we're chrodriacs
hypo or hippo what ever where the blonds be at
thats why i worry in a hurry we bury
beef b4 you get hit wit fists of fury
my visions blurry should i give up so early
or keep trotting along, who cares just light the bong