its to easy playin off ya name, lets com-pair-it
to how hard u act but ya dick as big as my pubic-hair-is
ya flow is straight up care-less, dog im gonna win
my punch come double-up, knocking u out like siamie-twis
u to weak in the street, N a hand full of pebbles couldnt make u a HARD-ROCK
the way i bust-off-the-dome, like im pullin till ya skull-cocked
16 line is fine, like O.D.B in hes prime
WHY u speeding to rap, when the only ticket u'll get.. is a fine
i talk that raw shit, u talk that saw shit
u'll have to kill a chick'en N skin it, inorder to have a RAW-FLIP
i spit street life, as if i directed the script
i'll leave u all RED, like rock'in alt-falcons with matching flags down a block of crips
i dont need chips to have a meal, dog my stomch stay full
and u'r the only TEXTCEE, who collect gangsta rap pic to act hood N play-cool
dog my flow dirt, like a un-clean-pool
and da heat that i pack, i'll elvaporate this slob-drwal
its ova im done with my freestyle, lyrical beat-down
and i got more body-BAGS, then a 24 hour C-TOWN BITCH