im known to get hectic when my mother fukin teks blown/
And you’ve just steped into a mother fukin dead zone, Blaze got ya bones grindin metal like skateboarders at the X dome/

break my foot off in your ass lets get violent when it comes to voting for you, the whole poll will be silent/
Go ahead, cop some verses and cheat, ill let you.. like Miss. Kobe Bryant/
this be for the set score, cos im known to wet more, than Trini, RV’s own wet net whore/
I’ll be driving around your block winnin another text war, using my pen gore to leave him over and out like a truckers ten four/ (haha)
i plaster nerves on master herbs , cos i bend you outta shape like clarity to charity and cash for turds/
smash ya words, as we clash with verbs, cos your excited to see me like when girls flash for nerds/
Who you know that can quicken hits when hittin' pricks with written scripts/
get to spittin' sick an' pump your body full of wet cement an laxatives so you can be shittin bricks/

Are you religious? Cos your rhymes reflects the pope, old frail and stupid so like Nixon don’t be expecting a vote/
im a man of my word so I can respect him as dope, but when I say trini got no balls.. its only cos I never checked in his throat/

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