the inferno with-in completly burns my intestin out
so many bullshit emcees,
they'll need usher to get there confession out
dont let the hawk press ya mouth
and change ya words... as ya leak'in on ya caouch
i know i can get a grip on that good down south
so many bricks to carry u'll think we was born with a pouch
you so different were like when did ya spaceship hit the ground
our words make music, but were so confused kid,
when you say you the best where like whats that sound?
you aint good, your new style just out dated like u need a new job
i got a sniper for ya viper that'll make you get the fuck out of dodge

its a free