a little something for ya to enjoy:

Still the intellect , back
I'm Santana's cooked crack
You're anorexic faggots
Spitting crack-a-jack platters
Out of your back-exit
Stole swords from Ali Babba
And shanked Allah
I'm not God but sugar pappa
The Ruger's partna
Layered flavas like lasagna
Then fucked Eve in her garden
A barrel to Adam's head , pardon
There's AIDS patients but i'm sicker
Made Buffallo Bill pull his whip quicker
Then a wild Vivid flick figure
My birth was an abortion
Hold your horses i shoot the mortars
The last meal's at least a hundred courses
I devour 1 by 1 in the 1st quarter
Line up there , in the corner
I'm the reason they ask the Father for a daughter. (haha woorrrdddd)


what u think about me now buck.shot?