as i sit in dis computer lab...obseve the honey's to the back of me
and watch as my post amount grow like a pack of seeds
responding to a hot kwell freestyle verse...the rest was wack to me
sound like the shit you let loose in the crapping seat
whether keystlye freestyle my style is hostile
juvenile delinquent..fuck was these niggas thinking
hotter then ya best shit ocappella no instrumental
its 2004 no need for a note pad..a pen or pencil
spit word i convert to gigabytes u wont leavt to fight
i swear lighting strikes the 'lead' in my pencil...when this nigga write
its obvious i got it locked down from start to finish
cuz i aint even write this shit yet u shut out in 9 innings
perfect game...i call u " " cuz u aint worth a name
you acting like them bitch rappers that get rich and then curse ' the fame'