^ im dealing with a prick, who loves dealing with dicks
now im drug dealing in the SIX, guns on lock-N-load u dont need to hear the click
just felt the sting, took everything that blings
natched any mother fucker N box'em in the ring
that how i do my things, u hate then i blow my cannon
but this aint a war just a knockle-head that'll drop like he crashed landed
he cant stand it like he lost hes legs
and he wont stand up like he was stuck to the bed
something like a tumer u can catch one to the head
fuck a lip-reader, i'll show u exsactly what i said
punch-ya in ya for-head N turn it into a puzzle
what was that? i cant hear u either ya jaw wire or tied shut like a muzzle

fuck it im done