yo, im not used to chattin in txt, but il still take y'all niggas down an call out 'whos nxt?' fuck da system, evry day new case, evry day new black suspect, dont neglect to correct, if im wrong (am i?), bitch, ur flex is long, wot u make in a year i aim to rake in on one song. Bitch, fuck wit me, i send u down da street in notin but ur momas long johns, u can call me a con, or a crook,but still, my glare'll make y'all niggas get shook. u askin why i got yur name in my little black book, rememba 1 thing, u can start yur beef, feel good, but revenge is sweetest, admit it, im always da neatest, but fuck you, mind ya own biznis. just rememba dis, last time dey saw leon was da '92 christmas, that nigga could be anywhere between 6 foot and 60. i do my shit quite nifty, bust a shot, clean up spills in a jiffy. i make u drive YURSELF off a cliff in a land rova, shit, dats it, game ova. i told ya, dont fuck wit dis, da shit i make u do to yurself is ridiculis, im inconspicuos, iv always bin sought but iv neva bin caught, cos im a mastamind, 2 hard to find, only trace i left behind were those cds that i signed for yur mom, hold on, wait a sec, i aint done. Dont start cos i take yur health away, best stop for i take yur wealth away, and i dnt need 2 do it in a stealthy way, il do it wearin bright clothin, in broad day, but hey, ima have 2 wind dis up, screw dis loose screw down, carry on livin an try and hide my frown.

SykoSlim