Pissed off, hypocritikal, I spit it full like I was in a critical condition that's a miracle ya neva get me in a position
Bu' I will so lemme hit at you.....(crack)
This is the Test of the Winter so now you cold from da rhymes of a winner
Like a sinner I'm dangerus wit my gun cocked tha sun stops on you
I won't stop popping till you 6 feet through
bring it to you raw like this, switch blades, guns, knives, 15 barz or fists, it's whichever you wish
verbally disturbing the peace with mine, until the peice, the nine,
unleash the peices of led, and get you layin down cryin tryin to end dis ish
im just too hard ta stop... like bullet trains missing the brakes ... on a quest for a win? this aint the mission ta take
spit in ya face... leave ya scared, shittin in place... ya daddy was a pussy i can tell by the BiTCH iN YA TRAiTS
Cuz when I'm writin, my pen and my pad is 'thunder n lightnin'
I get more fuckin press than when Shaq and Kobe was fightin
You like a weak earthquake ya verse barely shook me...
but wut took me by surprise wuz how easily i took the...
beretta outta my sweater n Ima jus letta bout 2 shots out
An if ya talk again Ima send 'em right inta ya mouth
tha bullets loomin in ya stomach den shat strait tha fuck out
re-load those back hava spazm on my middle finger
pull the trigger so hard gettin shot 3 times wit one trigger....
Yea....wateva Im too "tired" to even breath on this bitch
letalone raisn a "fist" to "fight" 2 get anotha win n tha "bored"
oh lord is dere any1 up dere who can kinda "sort me out"...
cuz no-one on dis earth that'll "string my lyrics" skillfully out