**farts**
you better lay low...before i use ya body to test glocks
leave u wit a Halo...and i aint talkin bout Xbox
and please believe my lines aint ust fillers
cause compared to me...ya style is more played out than burberry tims and chincillas
tryin to defeat me?God bless tha dead
give you a lyrical circumsicion....its off wit ya head
i doubt u really wannna toe to toe in the squared circle
lyrically im gifted....lyrically?youre just...Urkel
and if u dont get it....i'll "show" u how "famil matters"
when they in icu viewing u wit 28 slugs in ya bladder
i got tha gift of gab....leave ya stabbed while you blabber
you full of gas...skills is ass....i spit solids...u dont matter
im a demon...and u dont wanna match up wicked one
the way i "post" this fire, you'd swear it was a pick and run
I pick your fate....you choose to run
Hit you like a freight...make u lose a lung
the only thing wicked bout tha kid will be his stagger
cause after im through wit him....his lips gonna be like mick jagger's
have his chest stabbed by daggers...
and get him dumped in plastic...call me ya local bagger